Riven - Jerry B. Jenkins [5]
Brady found his brother in the back, riveted to a video game.
“Wanna play?” Peter said without looking up.
“It’s rude to be back here when Aunt Lois is visiting.”
Peter sighed and paused the game. “She’s just gonna tell us about Jesus again.”
“Just nod and smile and tell her you’ll get to church again sometime soon.”
Gambrell Hall | Emory University
Ravinia looked stiff when her mother embraced her, and she barely seemed to return the touch. Thomas shook her hand, and they sat in the student lounge.
“You look well,” Grace said. “I wish you’d let your hair grow out a little.”
“I wish I had time to take care of more hair, Mom. Regardless, I’m straight, if that’s what you’re worried about.”
Grace squinted at Thomas.
“She’s not a lesbian,” he said.
“Oh, my, Ravinia! I wasn’t even suggesting—”
“To prove it, one of these days I’ll introduce you to Dirk.”
“Dirk?”
“Dirk Blanc. Works at MacMillan next door, the law library.”
“He’s a librarian?” Grace said.
Ravinia laughed. “He’s a student too, but most of us work, you know.”
“I know,” Grace said, “and we’re sorry you have to.”
“Even most students with normal parents have to work, Mom.”
“Normal parents?”
“Those not dependent on congregations for their income.”
“Well, one doesn’t go into the ministry for the money, sweetheart. But God’s people have been good to us over the years.”
“Oh, please. No-body’s been good to you, and you know it. You give and give and give, and what do you get? Ushered out. So, what happened at Foley?”
“I’d rather talk about what you’re doing, Rav,” Thomas said.
“You promised to tell me.”
“Well, I said I’d rather talk about it in person, yes, but there’s time. . . .”
“No, there isn’t. I have no time, Dad. I study and I work and, if I’m lucky, I eat and sleep. And if you’re telling me that once again—surprise, surprise—you’re between churches, sleep may have to go too. So just tell me.”
“Where are you attending services, honey?” Grace said.
“Can we stop this, Mom? Even if I had the time, I don’t have the interest right now. And I have the feeling that whatever it is you’re about to tell me about the faithful at Foley just might close the church chapter of my life.”
“Oh, don’t say that, Ravinia,” Grace said. “We’re certainly not going to blame this on the people. The Lord just made it clear to us that it was time—”
“To move on, sure. I’ve heard that before. So what was it this time, Dad? You pick the wrong color carpet for the sanctuary? Spend too much time preaching through the Old Testament? What?”
“Actually, we’re pretty proud of what your dad brought to that little lighthouse. Sorry, cliché. But he got a visitation program going and even replaced their old children’s night with one that had updated curriculum. The kids loved it.”
Ravinia stood and rubbed her eyes. She moved to a window and gazed out. Appearing resolute, she returned. “All right, you’re not driving all the way up through here looking for ‘opportunities’ if everything’s peachy in Foley. Now out with it.”
“You’re going to make a fine lawyer,” Thomas said, forcing a smile.
“I’m going to start by suing those people if they did to you what the previous bunch did.”
“Oh, no; you know we don’t solve church problems in court.”
“Maybe you should. You certainly have grounds. Honestly, Dad, I know as well as anybody that you’re no Billy Graham. And, Mom, your piano playing and puppet thing are never going to make you famous. But how can people watch you work yourselves to death—on their behalf—and still treat you like garbage?”
Thomas chuckled too loudly. “Thought you hated clichés.”
“Don’t change the subject, Dad. You know I’m not letting you go until you tell me what happened.”
“Can’t we take you to dinner?” Grace said.
“C’mon! We both know you can’t afford it. Follow me through the cafeteria line, and you can share my meal.”
“That wouldn’t be right,” Grace said. “It’d be like stealing.”
“The place is full of lawyers! I’d find you counsel.”
Thomas was warmed to see even Grace smile at that. “Rav,” he said, “we just wanted to see you because