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Come to the Table Book Review




I’m sharing my review today about Come to the Table, written by Neta Jackson, a favorite author of mine.  The story features three students from Chicago Crista University and a homeless gal with her son. Also in this story, Avis and Peter appear from the loved Yada Yada Sisters Series.

This novel is the second book of the SouledOut Sisters series and can be read easily by itself.  Nick, Brygitta, Kat and Rochelle and her six year old son, Conny all share an apartment and learn to apply Christian principles to living together in harmony overcoming jealousy, criticism and insecurity.  The author does a great job of integrating biblical topics in the storyline and just like the characters, you find yourself asking questions like who should be baptized, is church membership a necessary commitment and how to interact with someone with HIV.   I specifically like the way the main character, Kat, learns how to slow down and pray for God’s leading before running off with her many ideas and getting way in over her head.

The story focuses on serving God by serving His people through a food pantry ministry.  It includes a touch of romance and some great lessons in communication.   I found it to be delightful and entertaining with a few surprises in the last few chapters.

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  1. Sounds like a great read Mary!
    Hope your week is wonderful xo

    All my heart,
    Deborah xo

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  2. Sounds like a very interesting book, Mary. Thanks for sharing! I'll put it on my wish list. :-)

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  3. oh Shoot!! I was in the Christian bookstore today and tried to remember the name of your book and couldn't... next time I'll pick it up. Sounds like a good read.

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  4. Sounds like a good book. Applying Christian principles while living with a group of people can be challenging.

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