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Show in my father's house/ 23 She nodded. "Such hard feelings. Did you hear what they were saying? That Brother Musser was drunk! He only had one glass of wine, like the rest of us. They've already accused him of being senile and befuddled by his stroke! The nerve!" She sniffed. "As if Brother Musser isn't just as much an instrument of the Lord as he was ten years ago. The Lord doesn't let strokes and senility stop Him anyway." She spoke, as she often did, as though I was one of the grownups. At the time I thought it must be because I was as smart as a grownup. Later, I realized her manner as another indicator of her profound loneliness. As I got into bed, I asked, "Why can't we just be friends with them? Jesus said to love everyone." She stared out the window. "We love them, all right. That's what makes it so hard." She pushed her hair off her forehead. "Your daddy doesn't want to be the leader. He cried when Brother Musser gave him the blessing and said he didn't feel worthy of such a big responsibility. But Brother Musser insisted. Finally, when the council got so angry, your daddy got on his knees and begged to be released. But Brother Musser said the choice had been made on the Other Side, by the Priesthood in heaven. And he said your father would be damned if he didn't accept the calling. So he did." "What will happen now?" "Brother Musser will choose a new council, just as he said. The others are rejecting a revelation from the Lord." |