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The harvest was in and the whole town was celebrating.
Food, drinks, games; it was a true Fall carnival and the best one in years that anyone could remember.
“What’s wrong, Jimmy,” Pastor Malone asked, sitting next to the ten year old. Jimmy looked up, his eyes teary.
“I just don’t know if it’s right,” he said, his voice choked up.
Pastor Malone put his arm around his little parishioner. “Now Jimmy, we’ve talked about this. If God didn’t want us to bring in the harvest then he wouldn’t have called towns like ours ‘tourist traps’, now would he?”