Mickey sat in a chair in a waiting room, her knees drawn up, her arms wrapped tightly around them. She watched Jason walk back from the vending area, two cups of coffee in his hands. He offered her one. She lowered her legs and accepted the styrofoam cup with a nod.
“How much longer do you think it will be before we can see him?”
“It’s already been well over an hour. I don’t think it’ll be too much longer.”
She nodded. Special Agents Dodge and Stevens had already left fifteen minutes earlier. She told them all she knew. They said they’d be back to speak with Jeff. She looked out the window, noting the pink tinges of dawn creeping over the horizon.
“He did this,” she said vehemently. “He sent someone to blow up the house knowing Jeff and I were there.
“He’s going down,” Jason said.
“Everyone keeps saying that, but he’s alive and well isn’t he? The great Senator Talmond Daley is probably asleep in his comfortable custom bed with the silk sheets. Soon, he’ll rise with a smile on his face and be anxious to hear the top news story of the day. He’ll sit down to his stupid ritual breakfast and force my mother to sit with him for exactly one hour.” She smiled. “Oh, but he’ll be furious to know he missed again. That I survived.” She gave a soft chuckle. “I’d love to see the look on his face when he hears I’m alive.”
“Thank God for that,” Jason mumbled. He briefly closed his eyes and pointed upward.
Mickey watched him. She’d seen Jeff do something like that, and the Kinos, and Mark and Joey Adams, and even Agents Jack and Nate. “What you just did, Jason, tell me about that.”
He glanced at her. “Um, what did I do?”
“You pointed upward.”
“Did I? I guess I do it so much it’s become second nature to me. I was thanking God that you and Jeff made it through alive.” He shrugged. “It seems I’m almost in a constant state of prayer. I’m either thanking God, or asking Him for some assistance all the time.”
Mickey frowned trying hard to understand. “And He answers you?”
Jason smiled at her. “He does.”
“How? I mean, do you hear a voice in your head?”
“Actually, sometimes I do. It took me a while to realize I was hearing His voice. But He also speaks to me in my mind. I used to think these random thoughts I had were just my mind chatter, you know, just my own thoughts. But I began to recognize His voice. It would usually be accompanied by a strong feeling of peace or of clarity, or of motivation. And then, as if He knew that I, in my humanness, would need confirmation, He would give me that confirmation.”
“I don’t mean to be dumb, but, how would you receive a confirmation?”
Jason nodded. “That’s not dumb. It’s a good question. The confirmation could be something like a synchronicity, or what some people call a coincidence. But there are really no such things as coincidences. For example, back when I was trying to decide if I should invest everything I had to start Ameritech, I had five different people, who had no idea what I was thinking about doing, in the course of a simple conversation, tell me they wish they could hire their own FBI to help them with whatever problem they were having. After the fifth one, it finally got through to me it was the right course of action. And then, as I sat out under the stars, and was thanking God for the confirmations, a shooting star shot straight down in front of my eyes. And because I had my mind in heavenly places, I knew in my heart that was God acknowledging me.” He stopped and wiped some moisture from his eye.
Mickey watched him, her eyes wide. “Wow. That was amazing. I just got a strange feeling. It’s like, I can feel what you’re talking about in my own heart.”
Jason smiled and nodded his head. “Remember that feeling. That is God talking to you.”
“So, I’m assuming you’re a Christian?” she asked.
“I am. And Jesus is my constant companion.”
“And is everyone in your company a Christian?”
“No. But I can’t even tell you how many people who work for me have become Christians. It’s in the hundreds.”
“Really? Do you have some kind of missionary initiative?”
“Nope. We teach– by example.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, for example, this whole conversation just happened because you saw me offer a quick prayer of thanks. I set the example, it led to you asking questions. God touched your heart as I spoke. That’s how it works.”
Mickey nodded in understanding. They sat in companionable silence for some time.
Jason looked at her. “You know, you’re closer to God than you think.”
“How’s that?”
“Back at your house, you asked me about Jeff’s condition. When I told you he was gonna be okay, you said, ‘thank you, thank you, thank you.’”
“I was thanking you.”
“Were you? I had nothing to do with Jeff’s condition. I’d just arrived on scene. You were grateful Jeff was alive, and the only one to thank for that at that moment, was God. So just naturally, automatically, you offered a prayer of thanks.”
She sat thinking about that for several minutes.
It was Mickey who broke the silence on what she thought was a completely different subject. “You should’ve seen him. Jeff, I mean. That guy had a gun pointed at my head and Jeff, he was so calm. He never even hesitated. He fired his gun and got me outta there so fast. Two seconds slower and we’d probably both be dead.”
Jason smiled kindly. Eyebrows raised he pointed upward.
“Oh, – I think I’m beginning to understand,” she said.
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