down upon the tattered street scene.
Gingerly the ragged pair followed him across the street and up the missionâs crumbling steps. Inside, Joel smiled a greeting to a group of long-haired hippies waiting for the breakfast line to open. Joel turned the two over to a gentle young woman who volunteered three mornings a week and had a very soft touch with frightened newcomers. He was about to go set up for the morning prayer service when a familiar voice called his name.
Joel turned to greet the doctor hurrying over, a serious young man who volunteered his medical services two mornings a week. He was also their family doctor. He greeted Joel with, âWhy didnât you come in for the tests?â
âI got caught up with work. Weâre so understaffed these days, and there are more kids all the time.â
âAnd they are working you to death.â His dark eyes flashed with more than professional care. âHave you told Ruthie yet?â
âI canât. Sheâs up at the farm again. Theyâre really having financial troubles, andââ
âThis canât wait any longer, Joel. You have to prepare her.â
He hated these conversations. Hated the tension, the certainty of the prognosis but the uncertainty of when . Joel offered a feeble protest. âIâve been feeling good recently.â
âYou and I both know these temporary ups and downs donât mean a thing.â The finality of the words were softened by his underlying concern. âWhen does she get back?â
âSaturday afternoon.â
âIâm here for another clinic Monday morning. I want to hear you have spoken to her by then, all right?â He made sure the unspoken warning was understood before asking, âHow is Ruthie doing?â
âFine. The baby is kicking up a storm.â
âThen you donât have any reason to delay this.â
Joel sighed his defeat. âIâll tell her.â
âAs soon as sheâs back, Joel.â Again there was the hard edge to his gaze. âI will help you if itâs necessary.â
Joel sat across the table from his wife. Their apartment and the centerâs offices covered the fourth floor. The third floor was split in two, half holding rooms for overnight volunteers and half for young people. The second floor contained more dorm rooms and places for two more staff. The ground floor was divided into chapel, clinic, and public rooms.
Their apartment was furnished in the same mismatched donations as the mission. Joel was usually too filled with the happiness and shared purpose of their days to notice. But now he sat and looked around the kitchen and saw how no two chairs at their table matched, how the refrigerator door was held shut with string, how the stove only had one burner that functioned. He could not keep a sigh from escaping.
Ruthie looked up from knitting a tiny cap. âWhatâs the matter?â
He looked down at the Bible, open and unread before him. âI was just wishing I could give you more than I do.â
âOh. That again.â She smiled as the needles clicked cheerfully. âYou just want me to tell you how happy I am.â
He looked at his wife, saw the traces of fatigue left over from her trip to the farm. In her condition, the journeys took a lot out of her. But she felt it important that she be there for the family in their time of need. âHow was everything up there?â
It took her a moment to respond. âWell, Simon and Patience, they are seeing much of one another. Every time I am around Patience, I am surprised by how much she is like Mama.â
âThatâs exactly what I thought.â
âShe and Simon and Sarah have been working on something. Nobody knows exactly what. But theyâve taken over Mamaâs tool shed and they wonât let anybody in.â
Joel repeated, more softly this time, âHow was everything?â
âHard.â The
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