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December 26, 2017 - January 1, 2018
The plain fact of the matter was that children did not belong in trees, at least not when they ought to be in the hall awaiting their father’s return. Nor did vicars belong in trees at any time whatsoever. He might not have much experience with either, and thank God for it, but he knew trees were not the natural habitat of either class of person.
Peace, Ben knew, was a series of small things, each insignificant but together making landmarks for a life: his parishioners knew that when they were sick, he would visit, that when they were needy, he would find a way to help. Marriages and funerals, morning prayer and evening prayer, all a recognition that they were here for a greater reason. This, too, was peace, and he believed he served God and his flock by bringing it about.
His cock had terrible, terrible judgment, but that was nothing new.