I turned to see Reverend Michael’s bright face at the other end of the pew. I tried to smile, but I couldn’t. The reverend’s face fell in concern. “Is there something wrong Alex? You’re covered in mud.” He led me to his comfortable office down the hall. I spilled the story of the unfortunate turn of events, right down to the mud. He listened sympethetically, nodding in appropriate places. That was one thing I loved about the Reverend: he’d listen to anything. He’d listen to a lecture on planting a single corn seed with the greatest of interest.
He took a comforting deep breath at the end of my tale of woe, shaking his head. “I’m sorry that happened, Alex. It disgusts me how a man treats his fellow man.” I nodded solomnly. He looked into my eyes, indicating a serious statement to follow. “Alex, I want you to do something for me.”
I perked up. “Anything, sir. Just name it.”
“I trust you can do it?”
“I can try.” He nodded, satisfied.

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