A good clean Christian mystery – By Darrell Case

With Emily sleeping over at her grandparents’ last night, Jim and Kristie had been able to spend a rare evening alone. His dear little wife went all out creating a superb meal. It was Jim’s favorite: pork chops, corn, baked potato, green beans and apple pie. Afterwards they strolled handin-hand down the road in the light of a full moon. As they passed Kristie’s parents’ house, they could hear Emily singing.

Jesus loves me, this I know
For the Bible tells me so
Little ones to Him belong
They are weak but He is strong.
Yes, Jesus loves me
Yes, Jesus loves me
Yes, Jesus loves me,
The Bible tells me so.

Husband and wife, mother and father listened intently, smiling in the moonlight. Before the end of the year Jim would be a father again. What a great Christmas gift. As Jim reached for the door latch, Kristie called out from the parsonage. “Hon, don’t forget the cooler. It’s in the closet of your Sunday school room.” “Okay, dear.” Turning, Jim saw something flash in the sunlight and felt a sharp, agonizing pain in his chest. “Ahhhhhhhh!” he screamed. In shock and disbelief, he watched his murderer withdraw into the church. Jim staggered backward and fell. Looking out the kitchen window, Kristie saw her husband on the ground. She plate she was drying hit the floor and shattered. Heart attack. The thought ripped through her mind. Tearing out of the kitchen, she screamed, “Jim, Jim, oh, dear Lord help him!” Running to his side, she dropped to her knees and cradled her dying husband in her arms. When she saw the blood oozing from his chest, she screamed in horror. Disoriented by shock and anguish, she didn’t notice the man step from the church with a hunting knife in his raised hand. He brought it down, stabbing Kristie again and again in the back. She fell across her husband, their blood mingling as it pooled on the ground.