The press had also been very insistent, demanding interviews for radio, magazines, newspapers and television. It seemed that clips of both the initial interview and the ABC broadcast had received wide exposure. There was even some rumor of it having been shown overseas. In any case, calls came in from all over the country, requesting interviews and guest appearances on talk shows. Catherine had taken their names and numbers, telling them that they would hear from Mr. Case once the dust had settled.
The only call he himself had accepted was when Catherine had told him that Reverend Wilkins was on the line. The man had been unusually polite. “Sure do apologize for bothering you at home,” he'd said. “Man deserves a little rest after a hard day.”
“Don't give it a second thought,” TJ replied. “What can I do for you?”
“Nothing much. Saw your interview on the morning show, had several people tell me about it during the day.” Wilkins paused. “This part of your vision?”
“Yes,” TJ replied quietly. “Yes, it was.”
“Thought so. Felt like I was caught up in an act of the Spirit just watchin' it.” His tone softened. “Guess there'll be some serious mess comin' down after what you said.”
“I would imagine so.”
“Might even cost you your job, I âspect.”
“Yes,” TJ agreed. “That's a very real possibility.”
“Well, I know you must be doubting yourself and the Lord. Know I would. Just wanted you to know there's lots of folks prayin' for you right now.”
“That's very kind,” TJ said, deeply touched. “Please thank them all.”
“Oh, they'll all get their reward, I'm sure of that.” Wilkins bore down. “So will you, Mr. Case. Now's not the time to be forgettin' that.”
“It's hard not to sometimes,” TJ confessed.
“Had me a right interesting talk with Sister Carla this afternoon,” Wilkins said. “You âmember Sister Carla?”
“No, I can't say that I do.”
“Well, her boy just started high school this past fall. Robert's his name, folks call him Bobby. Right smart boy, real respectful and quiet. Family had a big dinner for Bobby, one of the relatives asked him what he wanted to be when he grew up. Know what that boy said? Alive. Yessir, just that one word. Alive. Fourteen years old and he's worried about living to see tomorrow.”
Reverend Wilkins paused long enough to let the words sink in, said, “You just keep on doing what the Lord calls you to do, Mr. Case. There's people out there with childrens like Robert in mighty desperate need of the Lord's help.”
Wilkins' words echoed in TJ's thoughts as he turned the corner to the conference room for the morning prayer meeting. He saw people milling about in the hall up ahead. As they caught sight of him, they surged forward. He steeled himself and walked on. The first ones approached, reached out, shook his hand, murmured a few words, patted his shoulder, his back, reached hands over the ones in front as the crowd grew in size and tried to touch him.
Nak pushed his way through, grabbed his arm, told those in front to give them room, and led TJ into the chamber and down toward the podium. People already in their seats stood; people nearest to the aisle reached out gentle hands. TJ felt tremendously embarrassed until it struck him that they weren't paying him homage. They were just saying goodbye.
Bella was waiting for them at the stairs leading up to the stage. “That was wonderful, what you said in the interview. Really wonderful.”
“Thank you, Bella,” TJ replied, touched more by the look in her eyes than by the words.
“There are two Cabinet members, three senators, and five congressmenâ”
“Six,” Nak corrected her.
“Is it six now?” She smiled. “Who would have thought it'd come to this when we started?”
TJ climbed up on the stage, set his Bible on the podium, kept his eyes down as he waited for the people to settle. Nak remained at his side long enough to murmur, “Mrs. Nichols is in the third row.”
That startled him. “The President's wife? She's here?”
“Almost directly in front of you,” Nak said, patted his shoulder again, and walked from the stage.
TJ bowed his head, afraid to look up and see her and not know what to say. Fill me, Lord, he prayed. Guide me. Tell me what it is you want me to say to them.
In time to his words, the Presence descended and granted him peace.
All doubt, all worry, all concern for the past or the future simply vanished. In that moment of transition TJ realized that all of his fears were simply cries of his humanness. So long as his being remained one with the Lord, so long as he lived the life of the new self, joined with his Savior Jesus Christ, things were clear. It was not a question of
knowing
all things. He did not
need
to know. He knew the Scriptures. He knew the presence of the Holy Spirit. He knew that the Lord's plan was unfolding. That was enough. That was sufficient in all things, in all ways.
He lifted his eyes, wished the quieted room a good morning, opened his Bible.
As always, it became utterly clear what was to be said that morning. And, as was true with every message, he realized that the words were meant as much for him as anyone.
“We are in positions of power, of leadership,” TJ began. “This means that we must set an example for all people throughout this land. We must walk the paths of light, not of darkness. If we search after power, if we work for our own gain, how can we condemn others for doing the same thing? These are questions we must raise to ourselves every day. It is the only way to avoid being trapped within the illusion of worldly power. Why are we here? Whom do we serve? Where does our ultimate responsibility lie?”
He picked up his Bible, and said as he searched, “Our first reading this morning comes from the sixth chapter of Matthew.” He heard pages rustle, lifted his head, smiled encouragement to those who fumbled through their own Bibles, said, “We'll start with verse nineteen:
“Do not store up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moth and rust destroy, and where thieves break in and steal. But store up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where moth and rust do not destroy, and where thieves do not break in and steal. For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also.
“The eye is the lamp of the body. If your eyes are good, your whole body will be full of light. But if your eyes are bad, your whole body will be full of darkness. If then the light within you is darkness, how great is that darkness!
“No one can serve two masters. Either he will hate the one and love the other, or he will be devoted to the one and despise the other. You cannot serve both God and Money.”
TJ looked up, said, “For the past several mornings we have been seeing how the first means of serving God is through faith. Let's now consider a way this faith can be seen.” He began turning pages, went on, “Our second reading comes from the tenth chapter of Romans, beginning with the second part of verse twelve.” As he waited for the others to find their places, he told the gathering, “This is sometimes known as the Missionaries' Creed:
“The same Lord is Lord of all, and richly blesses all who call on him, for, âEveryone who calls on the name of the Lord will be saved.'
“How, then, can they call on the one they have not believed in? And how can they believe in the one of whom they have not heard? And how can they hear without someone preaching to them? And how can they preach unless they are sent? As it is written, âHow beautiful are the feet of those who bring good news!'”
TJ swiftly turned the pages, said, “Our third reading is from the thirty-third chapter of Ezekiel, beginning with the first verse.” He used the time it took the others to find the passage to say, “Here the Lord speaks through the prophet Ezekiel, using the allegory of a watchman keeping guard against the dangers of the night. As is said here, our responsibility is not the other man's response, but rather that we have ourselves responded to the Holy Spirit. It does not matter where we are. It does not matter with whom we deal. We are, each of us, called to pass on the message of salvation to all those with whom the Lord gives us contact.
“The word of the Lord came to me: âSon of man, speak to your countrymen and say to them: “When I bring the sword against a land, and the people of the land choose one of their men and make him their watchman, and he sees the sword coming against the land and blows the trumpet to warn the people, then if anyone hears the trumpet but does not take warning and the sword comes and takes his life, his blood will be on his own head. Since he heard the sound of the trumpet but did not take warning, his blood will be on his own head. If he had taken warning, he would have saved himself. But if the watchman sees the sword coming and does not blow the trumpet to warn the people and the sword comes and takes the life of one of them, that man will be taken away because of his sin, but I will hold the watchman accountable for his blood.
“âSon of man, I have made you a watchman for the house of Israel; so hear the word I speak and give them warning from me. When I say to the wicked, “O wicked man, you will surely die,” and you do not speak out to dissuade him from his ways, that wicked man will die for his sin, and I will hold you accountable for his blood. But if you do warn the wicked man to turn from his ways and he does not do so, he will die for his sin, but you will have saved yourself.
“âSon of man, say to the house of Israel, “This is what you are saying: âOur offenses and sins weigh us down, and we are wasting away because of them. How then can we live?' “ Say to them, “As surely as I live, declares the Sovereign Lord, I take no pleasure in the death of the wicked, but rather that they turn from their ways and live. Turn! Turn from your evil ways! Why will you die, O house of Israel?”'”
TJ closed his Bible, lowered his head, said, “Let us pray.
“We offer up this prayer, our Father, not for ourselves. Not for today. We pray now for all of those who have never known the grace of your guiding light. Raised without the knowledge of love, they live in the arid desert of an empty heart. They walk in blindness, Father. They wallow in the trough of momentary pleasure. They move constantly from desire to desire.”
He voiced the words given him by the Spirit that overwhelmed his being. There was a sense of bonding with the audience, as though he were a part of all of them, and they were all a part of something greater. United by the same Spirit that filled him. Drawn together into the body of Christ.
TJ paused for a moment to savor the wonder, and hoped desperately that he was not the only one who felt the miracle grow.
“Our brothers and sisters are lost in the world of shadows, Father. They seek to fill the void within by taking on things without. They are constantly hungry in spirit, constantly empty, constantly aware of that gnawing inner ache. Let us know the presence of your Holy Spirit, Father, so that we in turn might be able to help them. Let us offer them your holy light. Let us offer them the gift of your salvation. Let us show them what it means to live in your love.”
He paused to savor the wonder a moment longer, then ended with, “In Christ's name. Amen.”
He did not question when the same compelling urge drew him from the stage while the others still sat and murmured softly. By now he could tell the difference between his own basic shyness over matters of faith and the drive that now moved him to depart. TJ drew his Bible up against his chest, and with head bowed, swiftly left the room.
****
Congressman John Silverwood entered his office to find total chaos. Bobby waved a fistful of messages at him from his tiny alcove, talking on one phone while leaving a second one lying on the side table off the hook.
Marge sounded terribly weary for eight-thirty in the morning. “Yes, ma'am, I am absolutely positive that the congressman is aware of how important this issue is. However, with all of his other responsibilities, it's just not possible for him to speak to each caller.”
He walked by her desk, ignoring her frantic hand signals for him to pick up the massive stack of telephone-message slips. He didn't need to see them. He knew what they were all about.
Bobby followed him into his office with his own pile of slips; before his assistant could speak, Silverwood told him, “I had breakfast with Ted Robinson this morning. He flew up last night, after the bomb dropped yesterday morning.”
“âBomb' is the right word,” Bobby said, running his free hand through frazzled hair. “When I left at seven o'clock last night every single phone was still ringing. Same when I arrived this morning.”
“Ted told me about the reaction at home. About what you'd expect,” Silverwood tried to keep his voice calm. “There weren't actually any battles out in front of our headquarters, not any that he saw. Just a lot of people milling about, shouting and waving signs and singing hymns. Said it was tough to figure out exactly who was for and who against, but it certainly did make for an interesting day.”
“Calls are running about ten to one for,” Bobby said, trying to match Silverwood's calm, but his bug-eyed expression betrayed him. “I hate to think what tomorrow's mail is going to be like.”
“Or next week's,” Silverwood agreed. “Something tells me this isn't just going to go away on its own.”
“What made this TJ Case guy do it?” Bobby waved his clenched fist around the room, watched a few slips loosen and flutter to the carpet. “And the gifted children project, what about it? I wondered about that all night. I mean, the man gave up a political career, changed parties, backed you, came to Washingtonâall for those kids. Can you understand it? The man's destroyed any chance he had.”
“That's not all he's destroyed,” Silverwood said grimly. “We're about to watch the man's goose get burned to a crisp. Feathers and all.”
Marge opened his door. The expression in her eyes pretty much matched Bobby's. “Norman Greenbaum's secretary's on line two. Says she's been trying to get through to you for the past half hour.”