Daniel
“How’s your work at the university, Brother Daniel?” asked Brother James.
“It’s going great, Brother James,” I answered with a small smile. “They loved that I could teach Biology and Theology at the same time.”
Brother James chuckled at that, his hands clasped together. He was a good man, older than me by ten years. I respected him. He was married for a time, but he lost both his wife and child to illness. Instead of remarrying, he decided to become a monk. He said that it had given him peace to be on the solemn grounds of the monastery. Brother James had become one of my steadfast friends.
“They are lucky to have you, Brother Daniel,” he remarked as we continued to stroll on the monastery grounds.
“I hope so. As much as I love being here, I love Science, too. I want to make su
