The Trinity Game

“I mean, that is not something you could know was gonna happen ahead of time. It just isn’t.”

“Nope,” said Daniel.

“Your uncle actually predicted the future.”

“Sure looks that way.” Daniel swallowed some beer.

Julia looked at him for a moment, her eyes filled with concern. “Are you all right?”

“I don’t know what you want me to say, Julia. Am I being interviewed by a reporter? Are we two friends talking? What?”

“OK. That’s a fair question.” Julia’s cell vibrated on the table. She held up a finger, answered the phone. “Yes, Herb. When, tomorrow? OK, all right, I’ll be there. Six thirty, fine. Fine, gotta go.” She put the cell down, made a sorry about that face. “My editor. They want me on Good Morning America.”

“Congratulations.” Churlish.

“Come on, don’t be that way. Look, you’re right, I agree, we need an understanding…” Julia sipped her drink again, then reached across the table and put her hand on top of Daniel’s. She spoke with gentle authority. “You phoned me, remember? You brought me into this, and I have a job to do. But everything you say is completely off the record. I’ll use what you tell me to help guide my investigation, but I won’t report what you say. OK?”

Daniel needed to believe her. He needed to talk about the chaos now swirling around his head. He also needed to get his fucking hand out from under hers.

Her phone vibrated again, and her hand left his. She pushed a button, and the phone went silent. “That’s what voicemail is for,” she shrugged. “Now talk to me, Danny.”

“OK,” said Daniel. “Truth is I’m having a tough time with all this. I came here to debunk his tongues act, and the thing turns out to be…” He drank some beer. “I’ve been to see him, actually spoke with him. First time in twenty years.”

“Must’ve been hard.”

“And he’s still a con man, same as ever, only…only this thing is really happening. His tongues act has become real. God has actually chosen this scumbag as his messenger. And what the hell does that imply?”

“You know I’m an atheist, right?” Like it was something he might’ve forgotten.

“I didn’t figure that had changed,” he said. “But the science you worship can’t explain this phenomenon either.”

“The fact that human understanding is limited is not evidence of a deity.” She sipped her drink. “Anyway, I didn’t mean to make this about me.”

Daniel sipped some beer. “All my life I’ve been searching for a miracle…and now I’ve found one. And it’s happening to Tim Trinity, if you can believe that. It’s like some cosmic practical joke.”

“I think it’s a little early to be calling this a miracle.”

“Really? I don’t think so. You saw what happened tonight. Not only isn’t it something you could know about in advance, it wouldn’t have even happened if Shooter hadn’t run into the highway. Which means it wouldn’t have happened if the camera hadn’t broken down or if you hadn’t set up in the median for a better angle or if…Bottom line, our presence there tonight caused that billboard to come down. Just think about that for a second. So many unforeseeable and seemingly random events had to occur in order for Trinity’s prediction to come true, there’s just no way to explain it without the hand of God. And we wouldn’t have been there tonight if I hadn’t called you about the refinery…” He shook his head. “I mean, how far do we want to follow this chain? You wouldn’t have been called about the refinery if my boss hadn’t assigned me to this case…and that wouldn’t have happened if I hadn’t been Tim Trinity’s nephew…and I wouldn’t have even been there for my boss to assign if I hadn’t become a priest.”

Julia smiled. “And if you hadn’t left me, you wouldn’t have become a priest.”

Damn…

The pain of Daniel’s choice came back with full force, as if he were making it all over again. And with it, the guilt. He searched for something to say, but came up empty. Julia’s last link in the coincidence chain hung in the air between them like stale cigarette smoke.

This time it was Daniel’s phone that vibrated. The call display said Fr. Nick. He let it go to voicemail. “I, uh, I still feel…well, I’m sorry about how that worked out, Julia.”

“It was a long time ago. Wasn’t easy, but I got over you. Really, it’s OK.”

Daniel’s heart sank. But I never got over you, he thought.

Julia’s smile widened. “Anyway, here we are again. The Lord works in mysterious ways,” she teased.

Daniel forced a smile, drank some beer. “I know what happened tonight is a miracle, Julia. There’s no other explanation. I don’t want to believe that God would work through a man like my uncle, but He is. I believe in God, absolutely. But I’m starting to think my religion doesn’t describe Him very well.”

A man’s voice said, “Jesus, Julia, there you are.” It was Shooter, coming up fast. “We gotta get you back to the scene. We’re going live at the top of the hour.”

Back in the quiet of his hotel room, Daniel sipped cognac and reviewed the day’s developments, sorting his responses into two categories: personal and professional.

Start with the professional, he told himself. Put aside predictions of thunderstorms and football games, and focus on the oil refinery. Maybe the small stuff was just a way to get our attention, a way to ensure that we act on the major predictions when they arrive.

One hundred lives could have been saved had the Church taken action. Had those lives been saved, this assessment wouldn’t even be necessary. They weren’t saved, but that didn’t fundamentally change anything; the public now knew, and the next important prediction would be acted upon.

Professionally, the case was clear, and the billboard accident—which Trinity could neither have known about in advance, nor caused to happen—had sealed the deal. Professionally, Daniel concluded, the Trinity Anomaly was a miracle.

Personally, things were more complicated.

Twenty years earlier, the great and powerful Oz became a huckster jerking levers behind the curtain, Daniel’s life became a lie, and he ran away in search of a real miracle.

Now he had one.

Yes, it was happening to the huckster—and yes, that was a problem—but the larger point was it was happening. And that changed everything. Because if the priesthood is a call to faith, Daniel’s shameful secret was that he had never sincerely answered the call. There can be no religion without faith. And there can be no faith if we demand that God prove His existence.

No, that’s not right. Not existence. Daniel had no trouble believing in God, creator of the universe. That God existed for Daniel. The proof he sought was not of God-the-creator but God-the- father.

God who loves us, who cares what we do with the world, cares how we treat one another.

Daniel had always known his ersatz faith made him less of a priest. And while he prayed daily for stronger faith, the truth was he just wanted a damn miracle. Just one miracle to prove God was taking an active interest in human affairs.

And now he had one.

Daniel picked up the phone and dialed a number that was known to fewer than 120 people on the planet. The phone was answered on the first ring.

“Facilitations. Please identify.”