CHAPTER TWELVE
Paul talked about Juanita and led them in a prayer for LaToya. The crowd seemed to nearly vibrate with the attention they paid him once the women were mentioned. Paul knew God was using this nightmare for good. After he finished his prayer, he preached a simple sermon of salvation. When he was finished, his eyes rested on Keren. She sat next to Roger, still holding his hand.
Paul felt such profound respect for her. She never shrank from Roger because of his smell or the wild look that always lurked in his eyes. She had shown the kind of compassion and courage that Jesus Christ had shown in touching the leper and eating with the tax collector.
Though Paul had reached out to Roger many times, the truth was, Paul had never held much hope. Roger seemed further gone than even the average transient.
Keren had seen the demon in him.
Even more, she’d seen a way to deliver him, and she’d seen Roger’s longing for deliverance. Now she sat at Roger’s side, and everyone who’d come in for breakfast stayed for a change, to listen to Paul’s sermon.
Paul didn’t know what Keren made him feel. He only knew she made him feel
He couldn’t deal with the things she awakened—the cop things, the man things—so he left it up to God and walked out among his congregation. He spent time talking with each of them. He saw Roger, now standing clear eyed, talking rationally, ministering to those who gave any indication of being interested.
Roger came up to him. “Can I stay here and help you? I’ll cook or clean or whatever you need.”
“Of course you can stay. We’ll find you some clean clothes and get you a bath and a good haircut, and then I’ll help you find your family.”
The joy that flooded Roger’s expression was almost more than Paul could take. He pulled Roger close and hugged him.
Roger tried to back away. “I’m so filthy, Pastor. Let me get cleaned up before you touch me.”
Paul smiled. “No. I’m not hugging you to be nice, I’m just so happy. I’m so glad you’ve found God’s love. I’ve been dirty a few times in my life, so I’m not afraid.”
Roger let Paul hug him again.
They talked about Roger’s future for a bit, then Roger thanked Paul for speaking of LaToya and Juanita. “You know, I overheard someone in the breakfast line talking about all that gasoline being hauled into LaToya’s old hangout. I think whoever did it dressed up like he’s homeless. He just walked right in with a baggy coat.” Roger looked over at the knot of men and women.
“Do you remember who said it?” Paul asked, studying the crowd.
“No, I never look left or right. Least I never did before. It was just talking. But no one left today like some days. You could ask around.”
“I will. Thank you. Maybe someone here is a witness.”
Rosita came up and asked Roger if he was ready to get settled.
“Where’s Murray today, Rosie? I thought he was going to preach.”
“I don’t know, Pastor P. But I’m glad you came. I wasn’t in the mood for him. And Louie was supposed to show up. He hasn’t gotten his hours in this week. If his parole officer calls, he could be in trouble. This place doesn’t run as well when you’re not around.”
“What about Buddy?”
“He’s been comin’ and goin’ a lot lately.” Rosita was suddenly very earnest. “You know he likes the roof over his head and the food in his belly, but he’s never really come all the way with us, Pastor. I’m afraid we’re going to lose him back to the streets.”
“I don’t want to judge him, Rosita. We can’t know what’s in his heart.” Frowning, Paul said, “We just have to keep praying for him.”
Roger went with Rosita to find some clean clothes in the mission storeroom.
The crowd was slower to disperse than most days. They talked quietly on one side of the room, and Paul and Keren had a chance to visit alone.
“You spoke so beautifully, Paul. It almost broke my heart to listen to you comfort these folks. They’re all concerned for LaToya and saddened by Juanita’s death. It was a wonderful choice to talk about them.”
“I didn’t choose it. It’s not what I planned to say this morning. I was thinking about Roger and trying to get him to see how God can come to anyone anywhere.”
“That’s the message he needed to hear exactly. It’s the message everyone needed, including me.”
“Roger just told me there was talk in the crowd today about the bombs. We need to see if anyone here knows about it.”
“Okay, we can—” Keren stopped talking and whirled to face the group of people near the door. She froze only for a moment, then she charged toward the crowd. She began moving quickly through the tight bunch. Paul was a little slow to react, but then he was right after her. He didn’t know what she was doing, but he knew it was important.
“Did someone just come in?” Keren asked. “Did another man come through that door?”
The homeless folks looked around. Paul could see they wanted to help her. But none of them had noticed if their number had grown by one.
Keren seemed to draw into herself, concentrating on something. Then she pushed on through the crowd and went outside. When Paul got to her, she was looking up and down the sidewalk.
“He was here.” Keren turned in a circle, totally focused on the area around her.
“Who?” Paul looked for anyone slipping down an alley or crouching behind cover.
“Pravus.”
“Pravus was here?” Paul turned to her. “How do you know? Did you recognize his voice?”
“No, I felt him.”
Paul stared in astonishment at Keren. “Are you sure?”
Keren turned to him and snapped, “Of course I’m sure. Why would I say such a thing if it wasn’t true?”
Paul nearly shouted. “But that’s great. If you can sense the demonic presence, then maybe you can find him from a distance. Concentrate. Maybe we can figure out which way he went.”
Keren slammed her fists onto her hips and glared at him. “Don’t you think I’m trying?”
Paul fell silent. She was right. He was only distracting her. He waited and watched and prayed.
Finally, Keren shook her head in disgust. “Nothing.” With a sudden burst of impatience she growled, “Why did God give me that moment of recognition if He wasn’t going to let me catch him? What’s the point?”
Paul turned to her and smiled right into her fire-breathing face. “Don’t you dare question the ways of God, missy.”
“Missy?” Keren said with a dangerous gleam in her eyes.
Paul laughed. “I saw what you did in there for Roger. Whatever God just revealed to you must be exactly what you need.”
Keren relaxed and took a deep breath. “Yeah, okay sure. You’re right. I know it. But it doesn’t make any
Paul knew Pravus was out there, watching. No sense letting the lunatic know Keren mattered personally to Paul. But his eyes locked with Keren’s and she quit talking. So what he was feeling, the thrill of what he’d seen her do for Roger, must have shown in his face.
“Let’s go back in the mission and find out who might have seen a homeless man around that crack house. Maybe we can get a description.”
“The mayor has called for a task force and there’s a meeting today. Then we need to finish looking at the files.”
Paul’s heart sped up. “Maybe we’re going about the files all wrong. Maybe you could sense evil in a file.”
