The below is the first chapter of a novel I am attempting to write. I have seven chapters done and would like your opinions and thoughts on this first chapter. Please comment.
Leather and Graced Come Together Chapter One
Pastor Mike McIntyre turned onto Jackson Street and made a sudden swerve to avoid the emergency vehicles blocking the road. Parking his motorcycle in a small opening Pastor Mike headed over to a police officer attempting to control the gathering crowd.
“Hi officer, I’m Pastor McIntrye from the Gospel Chapel, can I offer any spiritual help”
The police officer nodded and said, “Go and see Detective Oakes over there.”
As Pastor Mike closed in on Detective Jim Oakes he caught the stench of stale beer and smoke on his brown sport coat. Sticking out his hand he quickly introduced himself to the clean shaved, sandy haired man and asked if he could be of any service. It was obvious to Mike, from the once over he was given by the Detective, that he did not meet Oakes’ idea of what a pastor should look like.
“What church did you say you were with?” asked Oakes.
“The Gospel Chapel, over on First Street, right across from the elementary school.” said Pastor Mike. “A lot of the people call me the Harley riding preacher. What happened here?”
“Oh, that’s you, huh.” said Oakes. “Some lady backed into a parked motorcycle that belonged to a member of the Sons of Lucifer Motorcycle gang. Five of them got carried away and savagely beat her. We’re not sure that she’s going to make it. The ambulance should be here any time. Could you go over and see if you can comfort her?”
“No problem.” said Mike As he turned towards the scene, Detective Oakes grabbed his arm and said, “Her face is so mangled that she can’t talk. The five gang members fled taking her wallet with them and we haven’t been able to identify her.”
Pastor Mike removed his leather jacket before he knelt down to comfort and pray with the victim. It was hard to look at the woman’s bloody and distorted face so he looked square in her eyes. As the beaten woman looked back into his, shivers ran up his back and terror struck his heart. Before Pastor Mike could get his composure the EMT’s were shoving him out of the way. Within minutes they had her loaded into the Ambulance and were headed toward the hospital. Still in shock, he stood staring at the ambulance as it raced off. After what seemed like an eternity, reality sunk in when Detective Oakes handed the pastor’s jacket to him and asked,
“Were you able to give her any comfort?”
“That’s my wife!” said Pastor Mike. “I need to get to the hospital.”
Before Oakes could say anything, Pastor Mike was strapping on his helmet and mounting his bike. Racing to the hospital weaving in and out of traffic the pastor’s mind also raced as he thought of life without his beautiful wife of 15 years. He knew that they did not have the perfect marriage but it had to be close to it. They had worked hard to keep God first in their lives and marriage. They spent many hours counseling couples on what a biblical marriage was all about and they did their best to apply the Word of God in their own relationship. No way would God take Pam away yet! They still had years of life and ministry together. Pastor Mike knew the hospital like the back of his hand having spent hours with others ministering to their needs so he rushed directly to the emergency room just behind the ambulance carrying the woman of his dreams. He stood just off to the side as the doctors and nurses attended to Pam. No one asked him to wait outside since he was a familiar face to most of these men and women who worked in the ER. They had seen him many times with moist eyes and a comforting arm around a loved one as he silently prayed for them. One nurse even remarked to the ER doctor,
“It looks like Pastor Mike beat the family here for this one.”
The Doctor seemed to ignore her as he placed his stethoscope on Pam’s chest and yelled “We need to get her to the operating room, stat!” The ER emptied fast as they wheeled Pam into the elevator to the third floor leaving the Pastor standing alone.
After a few minutes Pastor Mike turned and walked to the surgery waiting room and informed the volunteer why he was there and that he would be down the hall in the hospital chapel.
“I will call the hospital chaplain to meet you.” the volunteer said.
Mike knew no one would come; he was the chaplain on call. The blue green of the stained glass, behind the cross, shimmered from the dim light of candles burning on the table to the right of the altar. The four pews were empty as the pastor walked to the front of the all too familiar chapel.
One hour earlier…
“Hi honey, how’s work going?” Pam said.
“Hey Babe, it’ going good, I almost have my Sunday outline ready and will be fleshing it out later today. How about your day?”
“Not so good. Mary lost the baby and I just left her house. It brought back a lot of memories that I need to address.”
“I will meet you in an hour Babe. Could you meet me for lunch at JW’s on Jackson Street? Why don’t I bring the bike and we can go for a good ride and cry after we eat.”
“Ok Mike, but we will have to talk about the baby again.”
“I know babe, I will see you at noon. Love ya.”
“I love you too, bye”
Pastor Mike kicked back in his chair as he wiped his tears. He and Pam had lost their only child in Pam’s second trimester over five years ago and it still hurt. He knew that they would gain their strength as they meditated on God’s Word and sought Him in prayer. Pam’s favorite place to pray was on the back of the Harley Davidson Fatboy with the wind in her face.
Back at the Chapel…
Pastor Mike knelt at the Altar.. “Our Gracious, Heavenly Father, Almighty God, I am at a loss for words this time. It’s Pam she has been hurt and is in bad shape, she may not make it Lord, if you don’t intervene.” Pastor Mike wept uncontrollably as he thought about losing his wife. “God”, he prayed, “If you will spare her I will do anything you ask, I will go anywhere you want me to go. Just don’t let her die you know that she’s my life. Where would I be without her? Lord, please I beg of you…”
Just then he felt a hand upon his shoulder. Looking up he saw the doctor and the look on his face…