Israel, who struggled with God.
He envied, as always, the Jewish tradition, that eternal argument about who God was, what he meant, in which God was an active participant. Perhaps here, he could wrestle with Him. Tumble with his faith. Get all scuffed up.
But Catholicism only offered him so much leeway, and this school even less.
-“I don’t want to be here,” he confessed to the statue, then sighed and knelt. “Our Father, Who art in heaven, hallowed be Thy name…”
+“I don’t want to be here,” he confessed to the statue, then sighed, knelt, and began his penance.
Dee blinked rapidly.
Rev. Dr. Borenson leaned forward, rested his arms on his desk, and fiddled with a pencil. “Mr. Kimana?”