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Our world is a mess. The fabric of society has been stretched to its limit and is being torn asunder. The reason for this dilemma is abundantly clear. People are desperately looking for something they have lost.They are like bewildered children, running through a dense forest, hoping the next clearing will lead them home. Mankind is longing for a missing part of his or her true identity. People build bigger mouse traps, but they never seem to catch the mouse. No matter how hard a person tries, he or she will never solve the puzzle of life.God had bigger plans for His created ones than the treadmill of life.Man''s Search for Cabadgery points the reader away from this world and toward the glory of God with clear cut paths and simple trail markers.Have you ever put a puzzle together, and then, realized a few of the pieces were missing? Think of this book as a light to help you find the last few pieces of the puzzle of life. It is God''s desire to pour out His abundant grace to you. It is God''s desire that you reach the place of Cabadgery. MJ Gaylor is an award-winning author and Senior Pastor at the Church at Sun Coast in Jacksonville, Florida. His previous book, The Seventh Trail, recently won the President''s Award from the Florida Association of Publishers and Authors. He and his wife, Karen, have raised two children and are currently enjoying their six grandchildren. MJ Gaylor has a BS from Baptist College of Florida, and an MA in pastoral studies from Veritas Baptist College in Fredericksburg, Virginia. They reside in Callahan, Florida.

Buried in the darkness of his third story loft, Bisbee Saxton stared into the valley. He tried to look away, but his eyes refused. Pressing his face against the small wood-framed window he watched in horror as dark, shadowy creatures ripped their way through the countryside of Harness. Marnin's prophecy was coming true. But it was more than just the chaos in the valley below that troubled him. A foreboding darkness haunted him. All of Harness battled the beasts, but Bisbee was inwardly terrified by something darker. Tears filled his eyes, ran down his cheeks, and dripped into a warm cup of tea he held tightly to his chest. The map leading north to Charis lay open on the table beside him. The light from the moon moved in and out of the night clouds, passing over the markings on the old parchment. The crash of a crow flying into his window jolted him backwards. Falling to the floor, he stared into the ceiling above, cold tea now covered his chest. Perhaps it was not too late. Grabbing the map, he raced down the spiral staircase. This is the tale of Bisbee's journey to Charis. This is the story of the Seventh Trail.