hubbub in the newsroom caused Douglas Morgan to glance over the rim of
his glasses, which is when he saw his lead reporter racing through the
busy editorial room, toward his office. His reporters approach was
more animated than usual, so he shifted back in his seat and watched the
advancing figure, marveling at his artful terpsichory, as he maneuvered
his way through the maelstrom of activity without inflicting harm on himself
"Douglas!" his slalom-runner shouted,
as he ran into the office.
"Christ, Zach! Whats all the
racket about?" Douglas cried.
The reporter stopped just short of tumbling
over his editors desk and tried to catch his breath, as he shook
the papers in his left hand.
"Its here! Right here! They saw
him! I told you he came! I told you!
"Who? Who came?"
"The other one!"
"What the blazes are you talking about?"
Zach fell back into a chair in front of
the desk and rested his hand on his knee, as he held the papers outstretched
in his other hand, his smile broadening, as he tried to catch his breath.
"Its all here in the AP wire.
They saw him! The boy went blind, and then this boy comes to him and in
front of his family his sight is returned. Total, conclusive evidence.
Hes here!" he cried, as he tossed the papers onto Douglass
desk."And, hes described in exactly the same way as the boy
in Jerusalem. Exactly!"
Douglas picked up the papers and began to
read. When he finished, he looked up at Zach.
"Okay, and?" he asked, "You
believe this is your boy?"
Zachs excitement was barely contained.
"Yes! Every piece of evidence tells me this is
the boy, and he is here! Can you imagine? This is so incredible! This
is the most important event since Christ himself was here!"
Douglas snorted. "Unh, hunh. More statues
of Mary bleeding in churches, Im sure," he said, shaking his
Zach grinned, broadly, as he asked: "You
dont believe it, do you?"
"Not even for a millisecond,"
Douglas replied, as he tossed the papers back on the desk, in front of
Zach. "Another religious fanatic trying to get free press. Theyre
just using a boy, this time. Same old game, different players."
"Someday, Douglas, someday," Zach
laughed. "I have shown you my evidence of this boys previous
sightings, over the years."
"You have shown me what you think is
evidence," Douglas replied, with a grin. "Most of it is hearsay,
just like the bible and every other theological book. Not a single fact
that can be supported by evidence. All hearsay. And since when did you
believe in God, anyway?"
While pointing at Douglas, Zach looked up
at the ceiling and said: "Hes the one behind the desk, so if
you do exist, God, please aim carefully."
"And, I don't know, for sure if God exists,
or doesn't," he continued, lowering his head and looking out the window
at the skyline of the city. "I just feel like there is something very
big about to happen. Very big, and I want to be there when it does."
"And, I suppose you want to waste our
money by going to find this boy for some kind of story?" Douglas
asked, his brow furrowed.
Zach leaned forward, resting his forearm
on the edge of the desk.
"If you send me on this one, I will
never ask for anything else, for at least six months. I will even do the
Happy Housekeeper column when Miriam goes on vacation," he replied,
"You dont think Associated Press
will give us enough for a story?" Douglas asked.
"Not the story we should tell, no,"
"And that story is?"
Zach paused, before replying:
"Honestly, Douglas, I dont yet
know. There is something about this that I feel is being missed, that
there is something more. But, I havent a clue what it is. He is
talking to the children first and foremost. There is an important message
for them, and we need to know what it is."
"That a steady diet of peanut butter
and jelly sandwiches will rot their teeth?" Douglas asked, wryly.
Ignoring Douglass remark, Zach continued:
has visited children, they are joyous and happy after, regardless of their
circumstances. Even the handicapped children are left in a state of bliss,
and when asked what he has said to them, they all say, Love.
Thats all. Just this one word."
The man paused in front
of Kristophe, and while looking into his eyes, he spoke clearly and with
a touch of anger in his tone:
"I do not believe in this god you
Zach waited for Kristophe
to reply, but the boy remained silent and held the man's gaze until he
turned and walked away from them.
"Why did you say
nothing?" he asked, when the man was out of earshot.
Kristophe turned to him
"What would you
say to a man who told you there was no sky?"