“Hey, John.” Charles fell in step with me after mass, and we exchanged pleasantries. It had taken him two weeks to come back to school, and I wondered why.
“So, everything okay on the home front?”
He shrugged and looked away. “It’s the same. I’m being sacrificed to God.”
I didn’t like the sound of that but I said nothing. I would keep praying and hoping God would change his mind at a point not too late. One thing I had found out about God, is he followed his own rules, same rules he set for us. Take for instance, our free will. God doesn’t say ‘well, because I’m your creator, whatever I tell you to do, you must do.’ That was dictatorship, and it would have gone against everything free will stood for. God gave humans the ability to reason. He put before us what is right and what is wro
