Chapter 3

“Yes, by God himself. One day, when some older boys were picking on some younger kids, I stepped in and stopped them. My own father told me I was doing God’s work. That’s when I knew it was God’s will I continue to do His work.”

“When will I know if God is calling me?”

“The only thing I can tell you is you will know.”

“All right,” he said, his voice trailing off in disappointment.

After lessons or outings with Father John, there was the evening meal, more chores, vespers, then bedtime. Most days it seemed as if his head barely hit the pillow and the housekeeper was already working the pump to start the day over again.