From author Lance Knight comes a story of being Lost & Found. In this newly published novel, readers will find themselves immersed in an emotive and eye-opening story they can relate to in so many ways. I
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“Lost & Found”, a.k.a. “Vaya Con Dios” was developed over a period of several years and finally published in 2009. Meanwhile the situation in Mexico has recently evolved from a relatively peaceful environment to what is now a frighteningly violent state. Execution, kidnapping, beheadings, even indiscriminant violent killings of Mexican citizens by the various drug gangs and cartels has changed Mexican society in nightmarish ways. Please anticipate that my main characters, John and Jennifer O’Shea will, in my next book reassess their plans for helping the Mexican people. But help them they will. The current evolving terror must be approached with new determination and strategies. They will not abandon the poor, oppressed populous of Mexico . .
Copyright © 2011 by Lance Knight. Library of Congress Control Number: 2011904606 ISBN: Hardcover 978-1-4568-9161-9 ISBN: Softcover 978-1-4568-9160-2 ISBN: Ebook 978-1-4568-9162-
I prayed for the ringing in my ears to subside. I began to hear music on the breeze . . . songs, sweet and sincere. I found myself walking toward the music. The music was somewhat familiar, and soothing to me. The cold fear in me was leaving and I was being drawn to this source of melodic peace. I wondered what was going on. Why did I feel so melancholy? I just had to go to the music! Clouds had drifted by, shading me from the sun. Whoa! I stopped short and gawked, my mouth open in awe. There before me, spotlighted by a brilliant shaft of sunlight, was a small white church, a country church. I could clearly hear a soulful song being sung . . . strangely familiar . . . the words floated to me on the notes . . . . soothing my tortured mind . . . ‘Just a closer walk with thee, grant it Jesus is my plea . . . daily walking close to thee . . . let it be dear Lord, let it be.’ The windows of the church were open. The song came out through them and in my condition it seemed to travel right up the church steeple, pointing like a giant angelic finger toward Heaven where God sat swaying to the worshipful song. This was not an allusion, and not hallucination. It was Divine.