Esther: The Story of Courage by a Young Woman of Faith

By Gary Vochatzer

Gary has been an entrepreneur most of his life, having a major hand in the creation of 2 Raquetball Clubs and opening a Christian book and gift store. He has been a Christian since March 23, 1966, and has been writing Christian books for thirty years.

Gary is a devoted husband to Shirley and he is the father of 3 grown children and 9 grandchildren. Gary and Shirley reside in Stockton Calif. where he has spent most of his life. He was also very devoted to his mother, Mary, whom he lost in 2016.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Gary Vochatzer
• Release date: Jul 14, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005310165

Gary Vochatzer

Gary Vochatzer has written 500+ poems, 90+ short stories, 50+ Biblical statements, 15+ songs, 225 Statements of Conscience, published 6 books, and has 10 books ready to publish. He has been a Christian for 50 years, a Life Insurance Broker for 55 years and kept a daily diary and prayer journal for many years. Gary and his wife Shirley live in Stockton, California.

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Table of Contents

Chapter 1 Ishmael Meets Mordecai

Chapter 2 Ishmael Meets Esther

Chapter 3 Ishmael Finds Ugliness in Humankind

Chapter 4 Ishmael Finds Goodness Among His Own Kind

Chapter 5 Ishmael Finds a Real Queen in Esther

Chapter 6 Evil Is Done Away with By Goodness

Chapter 7 Victory Overcomes Evil

Chapter 8 Victory Sets In

Chapter 9 The Final Ordeal

Chapter 10 A Note to Mr. Edsel

OTHER BOOKS AND MATERIAL WRITTEN AND CREATED BY THE AUTHOR

BOOKS

1. Whispered To: Vol. 1 Poetry

2. Whispered To: Vol. II Poetry

3. A Prayer Journal 365-Day Journal

4. Job (Biblical Figure) Job’s Life in a Different View

Esther (Biblical Figure) Her Life as told 2500 years ago

OTHER MATERIALS

13 Life Enhancing Calendars

13 Life Daily Help Wallet Cards

FIND ALL THE ABOVE PLUS

Poetry on the Website to Read:

www.whisperedto.com

ESTHER

Chapter One

Ishmael Meets Mordecai

Chapter One

Ishmael Meets Mordecai

It was a hot summer day as I entered my office, attempting to come up with a story that would somehow put a smile on my editor Mr. Edsel’s face. I have never heard anyone call Mr. Edsel anything other than Mr. Edsel. As a matter of fact, neither I nor anyone else, ever knew if Mr. Edsel had a first name. It’s not on his office door window, nor is it on his business card that I happened to notice one day. It was midafternoon and the other so-called news gatherers were looking busy, but none, to my knowledge, had anything regarding hot news on their desk or in their heads. It was the same day-old stories. Who was greedier than another? Who’s sleeping with whom? Who’s opening or closing a business and, not to forget, what formidable crime in our area has been committed by some unemployed person or the poor widow who hasn’t two schillings to rub together?

I suddenly heard a yell from Mr. Edsel’s office, even with the door closed. Ishmael, (that’s me) come into my office, immediately! Naturally all the others in this small but very busy-body office heard Mr. Edsel. Without hesitation, I did as Mr. Edsel requested and got up off my chair and headed to his office not knowing what to expect - termination, demotion, janitor, or worse. Who knows what Mr. Edsel has on his mind? I must admit it isn’t often he yells out my name. Usually, when he wants someone, he just yells out, Hey you and naturally all of us look at one another and ask Me?

I soon arrive at Mr. Edsel’s door, knock on his window ever so lightly, and he waves for me to come on in. I open the door and get beyond it and what he says is highly unusual, Shut the door, Ishmael. Sit, he says. I sit and he chews on his cigar as if he is going to eat it, and all I can imagine is that it must taste absolutely horrible. One would, however, never know because Mr. Edsel never smiles or frowns. He just looks as if he is going