HEARTS OF STEEL
Jay shrugged ever so slightly, but smiled at him encouragingly. Jay could see the spark of faith and anointing in Cal’s eyes, and he knew everything would turn out all right. “We’re not leaving you,” Cal said suddenly. Warner bolted up from his place on the floor. Cal swung his arm back and knocked him back down into his place. “What?” Rashid said, narrowing his eyes. “We’re here to stay—for the time being anyway,” Cal said. “Look, we don’t know much more than you do, but as far as I can tell, we have the same Lord in common, and He’s the One Who sent us over here. He told us to come, and God helping us, we’re going to stay till we find out why we’re here. If He’s taken the trouble to warn us all and give us advance notice—and it’s not supposed to happen for another week or two, mind you—then He must have some great plan, right?” “That’s right,” Jay said enthusiastically. “We’ve just got to find out what it is!” “And then do it,” Warner said woefully. The others looked slightly ashamed. “You are right,” Rashid said. “I confess it is simple to forget such things when one is taken in the force of emotion. Thank you for troubling yourself to follow our Lord’s steps and coming to our help.” Ringo muttered something under his breath that no one seemed to catch except War ner, who snickered quietly to himself. “So what do we do?” Kate asked, after a moment’s pause. “I think we’ll need to talk about this more tomorrow,” Jay said. “I don’t know about anyone else, but I’ve had one heavy-duty, sun-baked day, and I don’t think I could assimilate one more iota of input.” “Hear, hear,” Warner said. 192