woman with a little girl and Mrs. Beautralâs husband. Did you know she had a husband?â
She was looking at him, as if mentally fitting him for a straitjacket. âNo.â
âWell, she does, and he had gallbladder surgery, and now heâs a Christian.â
âBecause of his gall bladder surgery?â
âNo, because of our visit. Kate, youâre not listening!â
She got up and backed away. âSam, youâre scaring me.â
âIâm scaring me ,â he said, sitting up. âKate, I was in the grocery store, and I heard all these voices at the same time. But their mouths werenât moving. I was hearing their souls. Just what the Holy Spirit hears.â
âNow I know this is a fantasy,â she cut in. âYou havenât been to the grocery store in years.â
âI went to buy Tylenol. Kate, Iâm telling you, I hear things people donât even know theyâre feeling.â
She turned and headed for the kitchen. âIâm getting the thermometer.â
âKate!â He followed her into the kitchen, and as she rummaged through a drawer looking for it, he heard her voice.
âI wish I could have a broken heart again.â
âAha!â he shouted. âYou just said you wished you could have a broken heart. I heard you!â His face twisted as he realized the words made no sense. âWhy do you want a broken heart?â
She stopped riffling through the drawer and looked up at him. âI didnât say anything about a broken heart.â
âYou did!â he said. âYou did say it. You said, and I quote, âI wish I could have a broken heart again.ââ
Dumbfounded, she closed the drawer and moved across the island from him. âWhen you say you heard that, what do you mean?â
âIn your voice,â he said. âI heard it, Kate. It must be in there somewhere, in your soul, even if you donât know it. Even if you wouldnât say it out loud.â
Her eyes changed, and her mouth rounded in surprise. âIt is.â
âSee? I told you. What . . . what do you mean, you want a broken heart?â
She seemed to struggle for words that sheâd never uttered before. âIâve been feeling like . . . like Iâm not sensitive to the Holy Spirit anymore. Like Iâve gotten jaded. Like my zeal has faded. I keep thinking that I need God to break my heart so I can get back in tune with him. You know, âBlessed are the poor in spirit. Blessed are those who mourn.â I havenât mourned for Christ in a very long time.â
âYes!â he shouted, jumping. Startled, she backed farther away and grabbed a spatula, as if that would protect her. âHoney, I know just how you feel!â
âAnd you heard that?â she asked, obviously terrified. âIn my voice?â
âI thought it was a curse,â he said as tears came to his eyes. He crossed the room and, ignoring the spatula, took her shoulders. âUntil I introduced Janie to Christ. And then I came home wiped out, like Iâd just recited the Sermon on the Mount to five thousand people. I told one person how to know Jesus and I think Iâm Elijah.â
The shock was beginning to fade, and she looked fully at him now. âYou really led someone to Christ?â
âYes! Can you believe it? Me! â
âIâve never done that,â she said.
âGo with me tonight,â he said. âto the game. The guys are picking me up at six, but Iâll call them and tell them Iâll just meet them there. John isnât using his ticket, so weâll run by and get his, and you can use it.â
âYou want me at the game?â She touched his forehead again. âYou never take me to the game. Itâs guysâ night out.â
âI want you to come and see. Iâll hear the voices. You can help me. Maybe Iâll be less of a wimp when youâre with