More than anything, Beemer, one of Heaven’s chroniclers-in-training, wants to launch his career by writing the story of a famous human. When the ambitious trainee is assigned a lowly farmer’s son, Clayton Steiner, as his first project, disappointment instantly challenges his dream of stardom. Through his botched attempts to glorify his flawed subject (for which his exasperated editor frequently reprimands him), Chronicler Beemer learns how purposeful God’s love is for these flawed humans. As Clayton wrestles with the weight of perfectionism, intense moments of grief, and the sins of his father, Beemer realizes that Clayton’s life is more complex and captivating than he could have imagined. Clayton’s Chronicles offers an intriguing twist to a memoir. While recounting the day-to-day routines and struggles of Clayton Steiner, it provides a unique perspective that unlocks the incredible value and strength of the human spirit. Written from a unique and charming point of view, this book will arm anyone battling family dysfunction or self-esteem issues with hope. Its candid and vulnerable account discusses typically taboo subjects and inspires us all to continue to learn, find empowerment, and understand our ultimate worth to ourselves, our communities, and God.

Will Clayton left his mark on world commerce through the development of Anderson, Clayton & Co., the world's largest cotton marketing firm; he made an equally important impress on international economics and politics through special and vital service in the State Department during three crucial years of world history. The politico-economic philosophy that Will Clayton developed as cotton merchant to the world provided the basis for his distinguished service as Assistant Secretary of State and as Undersecretary of State for Economic Affairs and influenced the course of international events far more than is generally realized. "When the full story of the genesis of the Marshall Plan is told, it will become evident that the inspiration was Will Clayton's; which means he will have a firm niche in history, for this, if for nothing else," wrote John Dalgleish in Everybody's Weekly (London) in 1947. Dalgleish's opinion is supported by documentary evidence and the statements of others whose views are given in this short biography. The principal events in Will Clayton's background that shaped his character and developed his personal philosophy are here portrayed by one who had a unique opportunity to view her subject at close range during the main periods of his careers in government and business. In this brief biography, his eldest daughter, Ellen Clayton Garwood, intimately but objectively traces the evolution of Clayton's realistic internationalism. The effectiveness of his governmental service in a fast-shrinking world had its roots in his early struggles in international cotton marketing. His marked ability to gain the support of Congress for government proposals—extension of the Reciprocal Trade Agreements Act, the British Loan, the Marshall Plan—is foreshadowed in his triumphant defense of his own business before a Senate investigating committee in the early twentieth century, and by his championship of Southern delivery on futures contracts on the New York Cotton Exchange. But the story is not all one of success. Will Clayton wanted more than anything to see his country assume membership in an International Trade Organization, for the charter of which he had worked so hard. His disappointment here—partially offset by the success of the General Agreement on Tariffs and Trade—finds counterpart throughout these pages in the obstacles he had to overcome in his development as a human being. And human being he emerges—son, husband, and father; businessman and statesman—whose measure, with its shadow and its highlights, should serve as strong encouragement for those who would serve their country and their world with equally intelligent devotion. This book, therefore, brings a note of definite optimism. Will Clayton started out as a poor boy among the bewildered people of the reconstructed South. He emerged a statesman who drew out of still worse confusion in the world a program of hopeful and uplifting clarity. His own words, in a cable from Geneva, August 15, 1947, describe the challenge he met—a challenge that recurs in different form today: "A great opportunity to help Europe lift herself permanently out of a morass of bilateralism and restrictionism has floated in to us on a floodtide of destruction. If we fail to seize this opportunity now it will probably never return except possibly after a third World War."

A narrative history of vote-rigging and lynching, the murder of a congressional candidate, and other crimes committed by white Democrats in Arkansas at the end of the last century.

A great book of fantasy for your children, when Clayton and his magic Mackintosh takes a challenge from Demons in some sporty challenges, Some beautiful illustrations and real life images. A great read of fantasy, mayhem and adventure

Clayton's Fate leads the reader from the beginning of the intrigue to the very end, or is it the end? Share moments like this throughout. It was at this very moment that the passenger door was yanked open and a greenish-black deformed hand, covered in slime, came through the opening. Bonnie, who was sitting astride Wayne's naked body, pushed herself up and away from both Wayne and the arm while letting out the loudest scream probably ever heard by another human being in the history of mankind. Wayne looked over his shoulder at the protruding body and arm, and a frightened low-pitched howl escaped from his throat but was shut off midway by the gruesome hand crushing his neck, windpipe, and throat. Bonnie desperately grabbed at her clothes while struggling to open the driver's door with her arm through the steering wheel. Suddenly, a slimy wet green hand closed on her arm, pinning both her hand and arm to the steering wheel. Terrified, she pulled back on her arm, frantically trying to dislodge the creature's grip. In a state of panic, she attempted a scream, but a second slimy hand clenched both her mouth and nose shut simultaneously. A quick hard twist to her head shattered her neck with a pop sound. Her lungs exhaled the last of her air, and her eyesight faded-she knew she had reached death's door. 2