"Tim LaHaye - Left Behind Kids 02 - Second Chance" - читать интересную книгу автора (LaHaye Tim)

Lionel knew that was a long shot, and he could never know anyway, but he could hope, couldn't he?
And as long as he was hoping, maybe Mrs. Daley had had someone rush to her before she died and tell
her about Jesus.
 Lionel leaned on his elbow. He knew he was hoping for too much. Quietly, he rolled over and stood,
ducking to keep from hitting the top of the tent. He wanted to groan like his father did after sitting or lying
in the same position for too long. But Lionel didn't want to wake Ryan. And anyway, he wasn't a
middle-aged man. He was thirteen years old. There was no need to groan. He had simply overdone it,
that was all.

Lionel moved to the flap and began unzip-ping it. He heard Ryan grunt and move, so he stopped and
waited. An inch at a time, he carefully opened the flap and moved outside into the cool dew. He wanted
to go to the bathroom, and there was nothing about Ryan's house that scared him. In fact, he wished
Ryan would get over his fear so they could enjoy a little more comfort. He knew he would sleep better in
the house, whether Ryan would or not.

Lionel tiptoed inside. After using the bath-room, he sat in the kitchen, staring at the pho-tographs stuck
to the refrigerator. Lionel hadn't known too many only children. Almost everybody he knew had at least
one brother or sister, and most had more than that.

Lionel decided he would not have wanted to be an only child. Sure, there had to be advantages, but he
would have missed knowing his older sister Clarice, the one he usually just called Reece. If ever there
was someone who really lived out her faith, it was Reece. His mother and dad had been good Chris-tians
too, but it's hard to see only the good sides of your parents. His little brother and sister, Ronnie and Talia,
had been great kids too, though they usually had gotten on his nerves.

It was Clarice who had almost made him a believer in time to be ready for the Rapture. She hadn't
known he wasn't a Christian, of course. No one had, except andré. And where was andré now?

Clarice, with her sweet spirit and her prayer life, and the way her smile had seemed to sum up her whole
life--- she had been the best example of a Christian he knew. Maybe she had been too good an example.
There had been times he knew he couldn't live up to her example, even if he had been a Christian. Now
he knew how dumb he had been. He knew better. He knew he wasn't supposed to live up to anything.
He was just supposed to trust Christ and be thankful for the gift of salvation. But it was a gift he had
never received.

Lionel noticed Mr. Ryan's sales awards. Those didn't mean much now. Ryan might have been proud of
his dad, but whatever he had done and however he had been rewarded, that hadn't helped him when the
end came.

Lionel moseyed back outside and began unzipping the tent flap again. He heard Ryan-gasp. "Lionel!
Someone's trying to get in!"

"It's just me, Ryan. I was inside."

"Oh! You scared me!"

"Sorry. It was just getting too close in here."

"I'm not going to be able to stand staying in this tent, Lionel. But I can't go into my house either. It's like