Ellen had told Micheline. She’d told her that she believed she could know God as well as any self-designed minister could. That yes, going to school, performing rituals passed down from one bishop to another to another and handed over to those ministers connects them to God. Telling the story over and over from one mind, one heart, through one set of lips to another’s ears from those who knew Jesus, to those who witnessed his undoing to those who claimed to see him resurrect – that being connected to that chain did mean something.
But what she didn’t say aloud to Micheline in this moment is that there were other ways to connect to that chain. A story told once alters. Each time spoken, it alters more, and more again with each teller. Secrets and mysteries handed down through the chain to
