I only bought your old home, and now you want to entrust those two "children" downstairs to me?
Kallen suddenly realized that there seemed to be a problem here-a very big problem.
Wasn't that skipping a few too many steps?
This wasn't even logical anymore!
"They're still young. They haven't reached my age. I know that if I take them somewhere so remote, they won't be able to stay there, nor will they want to.
"So, thank you for the effort, but I still have one thing to ask of you. These are two promising saplings. Whether for your own sake or for the church's future, I hope you'll nurture them.
"I've always felt that, over all these years, our church has been far too obsessed with indiscriminate logging to obtain firewood, burning it for that brief light. In truth, real light should be those overlapping patterns cast when trees grow into a forest and sunlight falls through the gaps between their leaves. They may not be blazing and bright, but they're full of life."
"I will."
That was all Kallen could say.
"You think so too?" Mr. Will asked with a smile.
Kallen leaned back a little, making his posture more "relaxed." It was a way to facilitate conversation, because he very much wanted to use further discussion to discover exactly where this "breakdown in logic" lay.
"I think what many of them want to revive is the church, not the light."
At those words, Mr. Will froze. Then tears actually welled up in his eyes.
His expression did not seem feigned. There had been no buildup. If he intended to use this approach, he should have begun "acting" from the very start.
Taking into account the impression the old man in the study had given him, Kallen gradually