sorrow, or a feeling of gladness. Earthly joy wouldnât accomplish your purpose. Leah needs a connection with heaven.â
âYes,â Shirley shouted with her excitement. She couldnât have said it better herself. âThatâs exactly what I mean.â
âIn other words,â Mercy said slowly, thoughtfully, âif Leah would be willing to take hold of a . . . higher level of joy, then she might be willing to release her disappointments and frustrations.â
âExactly,â Shirley said and Goodness echoed, âExactly.â
Shirley realized they made it sound simple, but she didnât envy Mercy her task. It was little wonder so many other prayer ambassadors had been defeated by Leahâs problem.
Mercy stood and was pacing in front of the huge church organ, sending longing looks toward the antique instrument. âAnyone have any other suggestions how Iâm supposed to accomplish this?â
Shirley was silent and so was Goodness.
âDonât worry, Iâll think of something,â she offered brightly. âI always do.â
âLet me tell you whatâs going on with Monica,â Goodness said next, looping her legs over the arm of the chair and tilting her head back with a dramatic flair. She sighed and placed the back of her hand against her brow. âSheâs enthralled with this . . . this private investigator. The choir director might as well not exist, and Michaelâs perfect for her, just perfect.â
âWhat about Chet?â Mercy asked. âHe might not be as bad as you think.â
âHeâs not for Monica,â Goodness said firmly, brooking no argument. âI was able to check into his past and believe me, it isnât a pretty picture. Heâs lied, heâs stolen and been in trouble with the law, although he once worked for them. Heâs not exactly what Iâd call an upstanding prospective husband for a ministerâs daughter.â
âOh, my,â Mercy mumbled.
Shirley mulled over the situation, tapping her fingers against the top of the railing, her thoughts moving in several different directions at once.
âFurthermore,â Goodness added seriously, âheâs egotistical, chauvinistic, and he hasnât darkened the door of a church in more than ten years. The last time he prayed he was in his early teens.â
âHe doesnât sound like the man for Monica,â Mercy agreed.
Shirley hesitated, then decided she might as well speak her mind. âI donât think we should be so hasty here. Isnât your mission to teach Monica to be more flexible and accepting of others? From what I understand sheâs caught in a trap of following a list of rules and regulations.â
âYes, but any lessons I have to teach her donât include Chet.â
Shirley wasnât convinced of that. âFrom what youâve told me, she views everything as black and white, with little room for compromise.â
âTrue,â Goodness was willing to admit, âbut donât you see? The two are completely incompatible. Gabriel wanted me to get her feet wet, not throw her off the Freemont Bridge.â
âAll I can suggest is that you be patient with Monica.â
âOne thingâs in my favor,â Goodness said, sounding encouraged. âThey arenât likely to meet again.â
âThen thereâs nothing to worry about,â Mercy said, slipping onto the bench in front of the massive organ.
âMercy,â Shirley warned, knowing her friend well enough to recognize the movement was anything but casual. The organ was too big a challenge to ignore.
âDonât worry,â Mercy reassured her, âIâm going to be good.â
Shirley wasnât the least bit convinced, and she was right. As she winged her way out of the church and back to her charge, a blast of organ music crescendoed into the night. Groaning aloud, Shirley