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up spending more time here than her rapist spent in a state penitentiary?”
Jeremiah didn’t say anything for several minutes. ‘‘I’m the Jewish chaplain, but I’m too noisy. They keep threatening to fire me.”
“Sounds awful,” he finally ventured.
“It is. I don’t like it one bit, but you should try being one of the women who doesn’t get to leave at the end of the day. First lesson, Jeremiah: The One never asks, the One only calls. This place is like a nasty piece of string, all twisted and knotted up on itself, and somehow I’ve gotten knottedup in it. It needs to be unraveled.
I can cut myself loose and go, but if I do that, the knot still stays behind.
“Second: When the One calls you, your options never include walking away. Never simply assume the One’s too lofty above all of us normal people and abandon reality-that-is for a life way in the middle of the air. There are some people called to do that, but there are some who just do it because it’s too hard to keep caring and keep fighting. Status quo’s the biggest demon ever lived, and if we want to see the hundred other possibilities come to life, then we never walk away from challenging reality. And this is the third thing. Before you have change - what the other Traditions call ‘magic’ - you have to have hope. You have to know that the One so far surpasses everything else that eventually, in spite of all the evidence, what’s right is what will become.” rk”Gl%RWARD Rachel showed him to his room, let out another sigh and started to tell him more about her life with the knights in New Orleans as he unpacked. She probed him for details about his life with Brother William at the same time. “I hoped when she sent me to study with another mentor I would get to go work with the Varghese survivors in India or the Michaelites in Brazil, but instead she sent me here.. ..”
The sound of someone coming up the stairs hushed Martha, and an older woman with frizzy blond hair, broader hips and broader shoulders, appeared in the hall. Martha stopped and introduced Jeremiah to “Sister” Susannah who greeted him with a wide grin and a short laugh.
“Newest exchange, eh?” she said. “Welcome, get comfortable. I’m from the Fool’s Feast Cabal in Providence. My mentor is a member of the Silver Moon Clan, which I’m sure you’ve never heard of.’’ Susannah was a beautiful woman, and Jeremiah caught himself grinning, at a complete loss for words. Susannah E Ii :I’ :* =Im 1 : If::,#