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Show 77S m as he in his? "Saintly is as saintly does, Daddy," I remarked. "For a man who took on so much, you've done all right." There, there was my tribute. But he would not be satisfied. "I want no black sheep among us - not one." "That's not asking much, is it?" Aun-£arahgibed in a whisper. "Forty-eight out of forty-eight!" I felt shaken, defensive. Was he charging me with responsibility for the souls of my brothers and of Brian? G^-was-he-voicirng kj^-dstfb^-a^ttt-tke~-v^^ How could I accept responsibility for people who spurned my ideas and rejected my influence? How could I do anything to alter anyone silently except by loving^and refraining from judgement? Did he expect me to marry turmoil, as he had done, taking responsibility for the salvation of others' souls? I felt it was a kind of blasphemy, a challenge to Christ's sacrifice. And then I thought that Christ had charged us to bear the sins of this world as He had done. If I must be silent, I would be silent. If I must speak out, I would speak out. "You know that the Lord works in mysterious ways, Daddy. Even the so-called black sheep in this family are pretty white." Silently I implored him to note my brothers' accomplishments, their dedication to their families and jobs. Couldn't he see the good they did and have some faith? Perhaps they had missions that outstripped understanding, !ike the relativity of time and space and energy. I wanted to tell him how hard it had been for them to find themselves, impossible until they moved away from him because |