Chapter 9:- Honor
“The honor of being in service to God and my community is worth any personal sacrifice I could make, Father.” Her reply was quiet and pointed at the floor, but still it echoed through the church.
Father Garrison smiled. “There’s the Mara I know.” He lifted the lamb from the altar and nodded to Mara to follow him through a door to the side of the pulpit. It opened into empty rooms sparsely furnished, with the air of a school basement. Turning into a claustrophobic kitchen, Garrison bent to fold the lamb into a tiny refrigerator. “We’ll burn that tomorrow.”