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Show Ida's Sabbath g7 "According to scripture, No man is good save God. Don't you know that, Ida?" " I know I did wrong, Go--, who are you anyway?" The being with the glow didn't answer. "Well, I ' l l call you Presence, since I'm not sure who you are." She thought of looking directly at the personage but remembered stories about Moses and the burning bush and other stories about God being too holy for man to be able to see Him. Actually, the light was brighter than any she'd seen, even on this iron-grey day with ominous clouds and rain blocking out every inch of sunlight. "You're right, Ida. You did do wrong. You have endured up until now, but you've given up. That's a sin." Ida looked at her leotard and panicked. She tried to hide her bare legs and arms, but there wasn't enough pink. She stood awkwardly, hoping that her nipples weren't showing through the flimsy material. Ordinarily, tears would have come at a time like this, but Ida f e l t something else growing inside. "You mean to say, Presence, that because of one s l ip up, my twenty years goes for nothing? I thought you'd be real proud of me for setting a record and a l l . I did i t for you, I mean for God, I did. Every Sunday when I thought about sleeping i n , I said, 'Nosiree, Ida...you give your time and talents. Understand? Forget your aches and whines and serve.' Now you're trying to t e l l me that I'm not good enough?" "You're not alone, Ida. I t ' s the same for every human." |