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Bridge to Haven: A Novel (A Riveting Historical Christian Fiction Romance Set in 1950s Hollywood) Hardcover – April 22, 2014
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In this riveting saga of temptation, grace, and unconditional love, the New York Times bestselling author of Redeeming Love and The Masterpiece delivers big-canvas storytelling at its very best.
To those who matter in 1950s Hollywood, Lena Scott is the hottest rising star to hit the silver screen since Marilyn Monroe. Few know her real name is Abra. Even fewer know the price she’s paid to finally feel like she’s somebody.
To Pastor Ezekiel Freeman, Abra will always be the little girl who stole his heart the night he found her, a wailing newborn abandoned under a bridge on the outskirts of Haven. Zeke and his son, Joshua―Abra’s closest friend―watch her grow into an exotic beauty. But Zeke knows the circumstances surrounding her birth have etched scars deep in her heart, scars that leave her vulnerable to a fast-talking charmer who lures her to Tinseltown.
Hollywood feels like a million miles from Haven, and naive Abra quickly learns what’s expected of an ambitious girl with stars in her eyes. But fame comes at a devastating price. She has burned every bridge to get exactly what she thought she wanted. Now all she wants is a way back home.
“One of the edgiest Christian romances I have had the pleasure of reading in a long while. Francine Rivers has woven a deeply moving story with an adept hand that knows just how to layer humanity, in all its beautiful and ugly truth, into almost every individual who steps onto the page.”
―USA Today’s Happy Ever After Blog
“This is another compelling and moving story by one of the genre’s most honored and talented writers.”
―Library Journal, starred review
“Rivers returns with a page-turning recasting of the story of the prodigal son, here a prodigal daughter. . . . This story arc will be particularly resonant for Christian readers, but Rivers has the writing ability to reel in others who enjoy a well-told tale of redemption.”
―Publishers Weekly
- Print length480 pages
- LanguageEnglish
- PublisherTyndale House Publishers
- Publication dateApril 22, 2014
- Dimensions6 x 1.25 x 8 inches
- ISBN-109781414368184
- ISBN-13978-1414368184
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In Rivers’ exquisite style, she takes the Biblical story of Ezekiel 16 and translates it into a character-driven tale set in the ’30s through the ’60s. Relating the experiences of the characters to the reader’s relationship with God takes the story to the next level. Richly detailed, at times disturbing, but completely real and dynamic, this is a book to savor. Romantic Times
Francine Rivers is perhaps the best novelist of our time. In Bridge to Haven, she quickly captured me with her characters and pulled me into the story of this prodigal daughter. It’s a story you can’t forget. I predict it will become a blockbuster like Redeeming Love. Novel Rocket and I give it our highest recommendation. It’s a 5-star must read. Bridge to Haven has been added to my Top Ten for 2014 and My All Time Favorites List. Novel Rocket
This is a book you won’t want to miss and won’t soon forget. It’s one that will make you think; give you courage and hope, for no matter what you face. I highly recommend it. Novel Reviews
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In this riveting and highly anticipated saga of temptation, grace, and unconditional love, the beloved author of Redeeming Love delivers big-canvas story-telling at its very best.
HOLLYWOOD, 1957
To those who matter in Hollywood, Lena Scott is the hottest rising star to hit the silver screen since Marilyn Monroe. Few know her real name is Abra. Even fewer know the price she’s paid to finally feel like she’s somebody.
To Pastor Ezekiel Freeman, Abra will always be the little girl who stole his heart the night he found her, a wailing newborn abandoned under a bridge on the outskirts of Haven. Zeke and his son, Joshua―Abra’s closest friend―watch her grow into an exotic beauty. But Zeke knows the circumstances surrounding Abra’s birth have etched scars deep in her heart, scars that leave her vulnerable to a fast-talking charmer who lures her to Tinseltown.
Hollywood feels like a million miles from Haven, and naive Abra quickly learns what’s expected of an ambitious girl with stars in her eyes. She discovers too late that fame comes at a devastating price.
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Bridge to Haven
By Francine Rivers, Kathryn S. OlsonTyndale House Publishers, Inc.
Copyright © 2014 Francine RiversAll rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-4143-6818-4
CHAPTER 1
Yes, you have been with me from birth; from my mother's womb you have cared for me.
PSALM 71:6
1936
Filling his lungs with cool October air, Pastor Ezekiel Freeman started his morning vigil. He had laid out the route on a map when he first came to town. each building brought people to mind, and he upheld them before the Lord, giving thanks for trials they had come through, praying over trials they now faced, and asking God what part he might play in helping them.
He headed for Thomas Jefferson High School. He passed by Eddie's Diner, the students' favorite hangout place. The lights were on inside. Eddie came to the front door. "Mornin', Zeke. How about a cup of coffee?"
Zeke sat at the counter while Eddie made stacks of hamburger patties. They talked high school football, and who might win a scholarship. Zeke thanked Eddie for the coffee and conversation and headed out into the dark again.
He crossed Main Street and walked down to the railroad tracks toward Hobo Junction. He could see a campfire and approached the men sitting around it, asking if they minded if he joined them. Several had been around town long enough to have met Zeke before. Others were strangers, men who looked tired and worn from crisscrossing the country, picking up odd jobs along the way, living hand to mouth. One young man said he liked the feel of the town and hoped to stay. Zeke told him the lumberyard north of town was looking for a loader. He gave the young man a card with his name and the church's address and phone number. "Stop by anytime. I'd like to hear how you're doing."
* * *
The crickets in the tall grass and the hoot owl in a towering pine fell silent as a car pulled into Riverfront Park, stopping near the restrooms. A young woman got out of the driver's seat. The full moon gave her enough light to see where she was going.
Groaning in pain, she bent and put her hand over her swollen belly. The contractions were coming swiftly now, not even a minute between. She needed shelter, some hidden place to give birth. She stumbled through the darkness to the ladies' room, but the door wouldn't budge. Uttering a strangled sob, she turned away, searching.
Why had she driven so far? Why hadn't she checked into a motel? Now it was too late.
* * *
The town square was next on Zeke's route. He prayed for each of the shopkeepers, the council members who had a meeting in the afternoon at the town hall, and the travelers staying at the Haven Hotel. It was still dark when he walked along Second Street and spotted Leland Dutcher's produce truck turning at the mouth of the alley alongside Gruening's Market. Everyone called him Dutch, including his wife, who was in the hospital, suffering through the last stages of cancer. Zeke had sat with her several times and knew she grieved more about her husband's lack of faith than her approaching death. "I know where I'm going. I'm more worried about where Dutch will end up." The man worked six days a week and saw no need to spend the seventh in church. In truth, he was mad at God and didn't want to give Him the time of day.
The truck's brakes squealed briefly as it stopped. Dutch rolled down his window. "Cold morning to be gadding about the streets, Pastor. Have a girlfriend tucked away somewhere?"
Ignoring the sarcasm, Zeke pushed his cold hands into his pockets. "This is the best time to pray."
"Well, hellfire and hallelujah, don't let me stop you from doing your business." He barked a hard laugh.
Zeke came closer. "I saw Sharon yesterday."
Dutch let out his breath. "Then you know she's not doing too well."
"No. She's not." Unless there was a miracle, she didn't have much time left. She would rest easier if she weren't so worried about her husband, but saying so right now would only make Dutch more belligerent.
"Go ahead, Pastor. Invite me to church."
"You already know the invitation is always open."
Dutch wilted slightly. "She's been after me for years. Right now, all I feel like doing is spitting in God's face. She's a good woman, the best I've ever known. If anyone deserves a miracle, Sharon does. Tell me what help God is giving her?"
"Her body will die, Dutch, but Sharon won't." He saw the flicker of pain and knew the man wasn't ready to listen to more. "Want help unloading the truck?"
"Thanks, but I think I can manage on my own." Dutch ground the gears, uttered a vile word, and drove down the alley.
* * *
The child came in a rush of slick warmth, spilling from her body, and the young woman gasped in relief. The iron, clawing embrace was gone, leaving her time to catch her breath. Panting in the shadows beneath the bridge, she looked up between the steel supports to the star-studded sky.
The baby lay pale and perfect in the moonlight, on a dark blanket of earth. It was too dark to see whether it was a boy or girl, but then, what did that matter?
Body feverish, the young woman struggled out of her thin sweater and laid it over the infant.
* * *
A cold breeze was blowing in. Zeke pulled up the collar of his jacket. He walked along Mason, across First and down McMurray, back up Second, toward Good Samaritan Hospital. The bridge came to mind, but it was in the other direction. During summer months, he often crossed over to Riverfront Park, especially when the camp was full of visitors living in pitched tents at the small adjacent campground.
No one would be in the campground this time of year, with temperatures dropping and leaves falling.
The darkness was loosening, though it would still be a while before the sun rose. He should be turning for home, but the bridge loomed in his mind. Zeke changed direction and headed for the bridge and Riverfront Park.
He blew into his hands. He should have worn gloves this morning. He stopped at the corner, debating whether to go to the bridge or make his way home. He always showered and shaved before sitting down to breakfast with Marianne and Joshua. Going to the bridge now would mean he'd get home late.
He felt a sense of urgency. Someone needed help. It would only take ten minutes to walk to the bridge, less if he quickened his pace. He wouldn't have any peace unless he did.
* * *
Shivering violently, the young woman rolled up her car window, knowing she would never be free of guilt and regret. Her hand shook as she turned the key she had left in the ignition. She just wanted to get away from this place. She wanted to cover her head and forget everything that had happened, everything she had done wrong.
Turning the steering wheel, she pressed down too hard on the gas. The car skidded to one side, sending a rush of adrenaline through her. She corrected quickly, as the wheels shot pebbles like bullets into the park. Slowing, she turned right, toward the main road, staring ahead through tear-blurred eyes. She'd go north and find a cheap motel. Then she'd decide how to kill herself.
The breeze moved down over the sandy beach and beneath the bridge. No longer in the protected warmth of a mother's womb, the abandoned baby felt the stinging cold of the world. A soft cry came, then a plaintive wail. The sound carried across the water, but no lights went on in the houses above the river.
* * *
The steel Pratt trusses rose above the trees. Zeke crossed the old river road and took the walkway over the bridge. He stopped halfway across and leaned on the railing. The river rippled beneath him. It had rained a few days ago, leaving the beach smooth and packed. The place was deserted.
Why am I here, Lord?
Zeke straightened, still troubled. He waited another moment and then turned away. Time to head home.
A soft mewling mingled with the sounds of the river. What was it? Holding the rail, he leaned over, peering into the shadows of the abutment. The sound came again. He walked quickly across the bridge and cut across the grassy knoll to the parking lot. Was it a kitten? People often dumped unwanted litters along the road.
He heard the sound again, and this time he recognized it. Joshua had sounded like that when he was an infant. A baby, here? He searched the shadows, heart pounding. He spotted footprints. He went down to the riverbank and followed them across the sand to the gravel beneath the bridge. Pebbles crunched under his feet.
He heard it again, weaker this time, but so close he looked carefully before he stepped. Frowning, he hunkered down and picked up what looked like a discarded sweater. "Oh, Lord ..." A baby lay so still, so small, so white, he wondered if he was too late. A girl. He slipped his hands beneath her. She weighed next to nothing. As he lifted her into the curve of his arm, her arms spread like a tiny bird attempting flight, and she let out a tremulous cry.
Surging to his feet, Zeke yanked open his jacket, popping shirt buttons so he could tuck the baby against his skin. He breathed on her face to warm her up. "Scream, sweetheart; scream as loud as you can. You hold on to life, now. You hear?"
Zeke knew every shortcut and was at Good Samaritan Hospital before the sun came up.
* * *
Zeke came back to the hospital in the middle of the day to see Sharon. Dutch was with her, looking grim and worn. He held his wife's frail hand between his and didn't speak. Zeke spoke to both of them. When Sharon held out her hand, he took it and prayed for her and for Dutch.
He couldn't leave without going back to the nursery. He shouldn't have been surprised to see Marianne standing outside the window, her arm around five-year-old Joshua. He felt tenderness and pride well up inside him. Their son was all gangly arms, long skinny legs with knobby knees and big feet.
Joshua put his hands on the glass. "She's so little, Daddy. Was I that little?" The tiny baby girl slept soundly in a small hospital bassinet.
"No, Son. You were a whopping nine pounds." The look on Marianne's face concerned him. He took her hand. "We should head home, honey."
"Thank God you found her, Zeke. What would have happened to her if you hadn't?" Marianne looked at him. "We should adopt her."
"You know we can't. They'll find someone to take her." He tried to lead her away.
Marianne wouldn't budge. "Who better than us?"
Joshua joined in. "You found her, Daddy. Finders, keepers."
"She's not a penny I found on a sidewalk, Son. She needs a family."
"We're a family."
"You know what I mean." He cupped Marianne's cheek. "You've forgotten what it was like to take care of a new baby."
"I'm up to it, Zeke. I know I am. Why shouldn't she be ours?" She drew back. "Please don't look at me like that. I'm stronger than you think." Her eyes filled before she turned. "Just look at her. Doesn't she break your heart?"
He did look, and his heart softened. But he had to be practical.
"We should go."
Marianne squeezed his hand. "Pure, genuine religion in the sight of God is shown by caring for widows and orphans."
"Don't use Scripture against me when it's you I'm trying to protect."
Joshua looked up. "Protect from what, Daddy?"
"Nothing." Marianne gave Zeke a quelling glance. "It's just an idea your daddy got into his head a long time ago. He'll get over it. God put her in your arms, Zeke. Don't tell me He didn't." Marianne looked at him with doe eyes. "We have our boy. A little girl would make everything perfect. Haven't I said so?"
She had. Marianne had always yearned for more children, but the doctor had warned them that her heart, damaged by childhood rheumatic fever, wasn't strong enough to survive another pregnancy.
Zeke felt his resolve dissolving. "Marianne. Please. Stop." It had taken months for her to recover after Joshua's birth. Caring for another newborn would be far too taxing for her.
"We can be foster parents. Let's bring her home as soon as we can. If it's too much, then ..." Her eyes grew moist. "Please, Zeke."
* * *
Ten days later, Dr. Rubenstein signed the release forms for little Jane Doe and placed her in Marianne's arms. "You'll make fine foster parents."
After the first three nights, Zeke started to worry. Marianne was up every two hours, feeding the baby. How long before her health suffered? Though she looked exhausted, she couldn't have been happier. Sitting in a rocking chair, Marianne cradled the baby in her arms and fed her a bottle of warm milk. "She needs a real name, Zeke. A name full of promise and hope."
"Abra means 'mother of nations.'" He said it before he could stop himself.
Marianne laughed. "You wanted her all along, didn't you? Don't pretend you didn't."
How could he not? Still, he felt a jab of fear. "We're foster parents, Marianne. Don't forget that. If things become too much for you, we'll call the caseworker. We'll have to give Abra back."
"Give her back to whom? The caseworker wants this to work. And I don't think there's anyone in town who'd take Abra away from us now. Do you?" Peter Matthews, a teacher at the local elementary school, and his wife, Priscilla, had expressed interest early on, but with an infant of their own, they had agreed Abra should stay with the Freemans if they were able to handle it.
Marianne set the empty bottle aside and raised the baby to her shoulder. "We'll need to save money so we can add another bedroom. Abra won't be a baby for long. She'll be in a crib, then a regular bed. She'll need a room of her own."
There was no reasoning with her. All of Marianne's motherly instincts had kicked in, but each day wore her down a little more. Catnapping throughout the day helped, but catching a few minutes of sleep here and there wouldn't be enough to keep her healthy. She was already tousle-haired and ashen, with dark circles under her eyes. "You sleep in tomorrow morning. I'll take her with me."
"In the dark?"
"Plenty of streetlights, and I know the town like the back of my hand."
"She'll be cold."
"I'll bundle her up." He folded a blanket into a triangle, plucked Abra from Marianne's arms, tied it around his waist and neck, and straightened. "See? She's snug as a bug in a rug." And right next to his heart, where she'd been from the first moment he laid eyes on her.
Sometimes Abra fussed when he took her out for his early morning walks, and he would sing hymns to her. "'I come to the garden alone, while the dew is still on the roses ...'" She'd sleep for a while, and stir when Zeke stopped in at Eddie's Diner or paused to talk with Dutch.
"Good of you to take on that little one. Isn't she a cutie, with all that red hair." Eddie ran a fingertip over Abra's cheek.
Even hard-hearted Dutch smiled as he leaned out the window of his truck to peer at her. "Looks like a little angel." He drew back. "Sharon and I always wanted kids." He said it like it was another black mark against God. Sharon had passed away, and Zeke knew the man was grieving. When Abra's tiny fingers grasped Dutch's pinkie, he looked ready to cry. "Who'd leave a baby under a bridge, for heaven's sake? Good thing you happened by."
"It was no accident, me going there that morning."
"How so?" Dutch's engine rumbled in neutral.
"I felt impelled to go. God does that sometimes."
Dutch looked pained. "Well, I won't speculate. No question that little girl needed someone that morning or she'd be dead and buried by now." Like Sharon, his eyes said.
"If you ever want to talk, Dutch, just call."
"Better just give up on me."
"Sharon didn't. Why should I?"
As Abra grew, she slept longer between feedings, and Marianne got more sleep. Even so, Zeke didn't give up carrying Abra on his walks. "I'll keep at it until she sleeps through the night." Getting up every morning before the alarm, he'd dress and peek into the children's bedroom and find Abra wide-awake, waiting for him.
* * *
1941
Even the demands of an easy child could wear on someone, and Zeke saw the toll on Marianne.
When he came home one afternoon in June and found Marianne asleep on the couch while Abra, now four years old, dunked her doll up and down in the toilet bowl, he knew things were going to have to change. "You're exhausted."
"Abra can get into something faster than I can say, 'Jack Sprat could eat no fat.'"
"You can't go on like this, Marianne."
Others in the congregation noticed how tired Marianne looked and voiced concern. Priscilla Matthews spoke to them one Sunday after services. Her husband had put up gates so their four-year-old, Penny, couldn't escape the living room. "The whole room is one big playpen right now, Marianne. I gave up and packed away everything breakable. Why don't you have Zeke bring Abra over a couple afternoons a week? You can rest without worry or interruptions for a few hours."
Marianne resisted, but Zeke insisted it was a perfect solution.
* * *
Zeke bought lumber, nails, tar paper, and shingles and started work on a bedroom off the back of the house. Nine-year-old Joshua sat on the boards, holding them steady while Zeke sawed. One of the parishioners added wiring for electricity. Another built a platform bed with pullout drawers and helped Zeke put in windows overlooking the backyard.
Though Zeke was less than enthusiastic about his son moving into a narrow, converted-back-porch bedroom, Joshua loved his "fort." His best buddy, Davy Upton, came over to spend the night, but the quarters were so tight, Zeke ended up pitching a tent for them on the back lawn. When he came back inside, he slumped into his easy chair. "The fort is too small."
(Continues...)Excerpted from Bridge to Haven by Francine Rivers, Kathryn S. Olson. Copyright © 2014 Francine Rivers. Excerpted by permission of Tyndale House Publishers, Inc..
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- Publisher : Tyndale House Publishers; First Edition (April 22, 2014)
- Language : English
- Hardcover : 480 pages
- ISBN-10 : 9781414368184
- ISBN-13 : 978-1414368184
- Item Weight : 1.6 pounds
- Dimensions : 6 x 1.25 x 8 inches
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New York Times bestselling author Francine Rivers continues to win both industry acclaim and reader loyalty around the globe. Her numerous bestsellers include Redeeming Love, A Voice in the Wind, and Bridge to Haven, and her work has been translated into more than thirty different languages. She is a member of Romance Writers of America's coveted Hall of Fame as well as a recipient of the Lifetime Achievement Award from American Christian Fiction Writers (ACFW). Visit Francine online at www.francinerivers.com and connect with her on Facebook (www.facebook.com/FrancineRivers) and Twitter (@FrancineRivers).
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I was drawn into the story from the very first page. Baby Abra is born under a bridge in the town of Haven, left by her mother, and discovered by the small town's pastor. Pastor Zeke and his wife take the baby in and name her Abra. Because of the circumstances surrounding her birth, and those regarding her adoptive mother, Abra has always felt unloved and unwanted. She grows up resentful and eager to leave Haven. And she leaves the town at the first opportunity---hand in hand with a dangerous young man bent on using her for his own gain.
Abra's sad story reminded me a lot of Angel's in Francine Rivers' earlier work, Redeeming Love. Of course the circumstances are different, but there were some similarities between the two women, and this was a good thing. Reading Bridge to Haven made me want to read Redeeming Love again (for the, oh, fifth time?).
Bridge to Haven is a long book, and could have easily slowed down during parts. But, Rivers' pacing is perfection and the story moved at a pace that made it very difficult for me to put the book down. Abra's story is so tender and heartfelt. I found myself tearing up more than once as I read. Her journey to faith was so meaningful and emotional. I loved the relationships as well----Rivers excels at developing characters and the characters in Bridge to Haven are what made the book so special.
Bridge to Haven is Francine Rivers at her best. I loved everything about this book, and can't wait for her next release!
The inciting incident for Bridge to Haven introduces us to Abra’s nearly tragic beginning. Abandoned as a newborn, under the bridge to Haven, she is miraculously found by the local pastor Zeke,
Abra’s life goes from desperate to one of love and acceptance, until another heartbreak turns Abra’s heart away from God and those who truly love her—the pastor, young Joshua, and a family who adopts her.
But the wounds of rejection are too deep for Abra to see and lure her on a brutal search for what she believes is love and value. A search that takes her to all the wrong places.
This is a story that asserts God’s unending grace and love—that no matter what we’ve done, He still loves us. He is always calling us to cross that bridge back to Him!
Francine is an authentic and elegantly transparent writer. She’s not afraid to depict the real struggles of those searching for truth and love from sources other than our heavenly Father. Which means, there will be scenes and events that are uncomfortable and not for young readers.
The only reason I didn’t give this a 5-Star rating is because I couldn’t recommend this book to a naïve reader. It’s not about age, it’s about life experiences. For those who have experienced the disturbing results of wrong decisions, this book is tame, and hopeful. It is also hopeful for those who left their own “Haven” and don’t know how or if they can return.
No doubt, Francine Rivers is a storyteller who is unafraid to tackle the real and difficult challenges in this world. Thank you, Ms. Rivers. We need you and your beautifully told stories.
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Reviewed in Germany on March 20, 2019
J'aime beaucoup cet auteur <3