This moving, sometimes hilarious , boldly uncompromising novel about the nature of loss, and the role of faith and religion in our lives, is the first of a trilogy about the Morgan family of Scranton, each book ending with a true-life event. Here, the renowned evangelist, former baseball star Billy Sunday announces he will stop in Scranton on his evangelical tour, and the town receives him by building an enormous tabernacle. But a freak March blizzard causes the whole congregation, 2,500 people, to be stranded with the preacher for three days. Everyone is saved (with varying degrees of success).

Jason Carney was four when his violent and abusive father moved out. He was five when he learned of faggots and niggers. Seven when his great grandparents’ love etched into his heart the vital tools he would need to survive. At age eight, he stole a poetry book from the school library, thinking he’d found his connection to God. In third grade, he moved three times, because of his mother’s second suicide attempt; was eight years old when he first visited her in the psych ward. Jason discovered drugs at age nine. At age eleven he hurt others the way his father hurt him. Fourteen when his mother moved him to California with his new stepfather. Sixteen when they moved back to Texas, because Jason did not fit in. Seventeen— he first attacked men in porn store sex-booths. Placed in a mental hospital at age eighteen, a gay man showed him how poetry could redefine his life. At twenty-four, he put a face on the dark shadows of his nightmare. At twenty-six he intervened in a gay bashing and saved a man’s life. Thirty-two when he appeared on an HBO television show performing his poetry. At thirty-seven, lost in grief and drugs, he held a dying man in his arms. Jason was thirty-nine when he finally looked back and realized the dying man had been his moment of grace.