I parroted the company line until one Sunday I finally told them the truth about me. My experience of the Divine Christ. I’d been in such darkness. Unimaginable in its gravity. Advisors encouraged me to pray and embrace the answer when it came, so I kept praying but got nothing. Nothing. Finally, I prayed, I’ll take whatever help you send in whatever form you send it. A deep stillness ensued, and that night a wolf came in my dreams. I sensed her following me through the next day, and the next. I began to see through her eyes. I felt such comfort and protection. So I asked Jesus, Are you sure? Is this you? I felt the wolf nuzzle my face and then I knew the truth: When Jesus told Pilate, I am what you say I am, he gave all of us the key. Of course, the church fired me. Kathy left me. But other animals have come around, and I know the Divine Christ in each. Folks in town now find me quite interesting, and they’re always buying my coffee over at the café.