Chapter 8

After a moment, Father John asked quietly, “So what does this say to your heart?”

“Did you have me read this because I’m being like Joshua, afraid to lead the Israelites into the Promised Land after forty years of wandering in the desert?”

“Yes. You might be nervous now because you see all that I do around here. You have many gifts as well, and I know one day you will be a fine leader of a parish church.”

“But how can I?”

Father John moved closer and put his hands on Leander’s shoulders. He looked him square in the eye. “You have so much love to give, Leander. Right now, the Lord and I probably have more faith in you than you do yourself. If you can’t believe in yourself right now, count on the confidence I have in you.” Father John hugged him, a rare event.

Later that day, Father John went to check on him. Leander was packing for the fall term, but also a summer holiday on the Melvin estate before the term started. Father John carried a package in his hands.