Read Online Triple Threat by H. L. Wegley - Free Book Online Page A

jeans.
    “Josh, I told you to wear shorts. It’s going to be a warm day.”
    “Good morning to you, too, Kate.” His smile disappeared.
    “Have you got your passport?”
    “Are you a little antsy about today, or did you just get up on the wrong side of the bed?”
    She pulled hard on the reins of her sometimes sharp tongue. Josh was right. She hadn’t realized how tightly she was wound this morning. “Jeans and a nice sport shirt. That works.”
    “Not a good start to our honeymoon, Kate.” Only a hint of a smile accompanied his words.
    Katie took a deep breath and blew it out slowly as she planted her cheek against Josh’s chest and hugged him. “I’m sorry, Josh.” She stepped back from him and managed a smile. “Can we start again?”
    “I think we just did.” He returned her smile. “Yeah. Got my passport and I assume your netbook is in your purse. So let’s move out. We’re burning twilight.”
    She slid into the passenger’s seat. “That’s not what the cowboys said.”
    “I’m not a cowboy and it’s not daylight yet.” Josh took the driver’s seat, closed the door, and hit the ignition.
    By the time the sun popped up over the mountains, Josh’s furious pace up I-5 had taken them to the Skagit Valley.
    After her apology to Josh, their words were few and far between.
    They took the Lynden border crossing and were only slowed a little by the weekend traffic on Highway 1 as they passed north of Burnaby.
    After rounding the turn above Horseshoe Bay, the morning sun had topped the mountains and lit the water in Howe Sound.
    The view from the road, high on the side of the mountain, took her breath away. Katie swept her hand across the panorama in front of them. “Look at this view. The Northwest is one of the most beautiful places in all of creation.”
    “Yeah. It’s beautiful, but creation? You sure about that, Kate?”
    Though this might send their honeymoon south, she had to respond to his remark. “We all subscribe to some worldview. Which one do you follow?”
    “Well, I don’t follow my parents’ philosophy.”
    “Following your parents isn’t always a bad thing.”
    “If they’re like mine it is. Pure materialists. Not in the philosophical sense. They’re just…consumers. Buying toys and luxuries until…”
    “Yes? Until…”
    “So you follow Jesus and God because your parents want you to?”
    Katie looked into Josh’s eyes. “I chose to follow Jesus because that’s where I found the truth.”
    “The truth? You’re too bright to fall for a bunch of legends and myths, Kate. Doesn’t it bother you? Leave you with a mountain of doubts? The truth is, at best, empirically derived from scientific evidence, and at worst, it’s—”
    “First, let’s get something straight. My faith isn’t blind. It’s rooted in evidence. There’s ample evidence to provide intellectually satisfying answers to any question you can ask, even the existential questions, the cries of the human heart.” Katie paused as she realized the implication of her words. “The only surprising thing to me is that truth isn’t found in a set of logical propositions, or a philosophy, or by using science, which happens to be based upon the same thing as philosophy, metaphysical presuppositions. And truth isn’t found in any religion.”
    “What? You don’t even think your religion has the truth…or at least part of it?”
    “Truth, Josh, is found in a person, Jesus. He’s not a religion. I’m related to Him as His spiritual child, His follower, and His friend. He said He was the truth and every other thing He said rings true. Check Him out. Test Him. But remember, with Jesus you get a relationship with a real person, not a religion.”
    “Maybe that’s just your truth. If it works for you, that’s great.”
    “Truth doesn’t work that way. It’s absolute. True for all people, in all places, at all times. Try telling yourself that all truth is relative, Josh. See where that takes