Chapter 9 - Page 116 - New Passion

    Everyone began chanting, “More, more, more.”

    Jim held up his hand to quiet them. “We’d love to sing more,” he said, “but I don’t want to put too much stress on the patients.”

    Several of the patients murmured that they wanted them to sing more.

    “We’ll be singing every evening,” Jim said. “You’re all welcome to come and listen anytime you want.” He brightened. “If it’s all right with Rhasha, and with Reverend Morris, we’ll also be singing at church every Sunday.” He looked at Rhasha, waiting for an answer.

    “I’d love to sing with you every Sunday, Jim,” she said.

    The audience was getting ready to leave. Jackie turned on the lights. The bright lights filled the hospital and the glow around Jim and Rhasha disappeared. Jim looked up and noticed the light above them wasn’t on.

    “Jackie,” he said, “it’s a good thing we finished singing when we did. The light above Rhasha and I burned out when you turned the other lights on.”

    “That light burned out right after you and Rhasha began singing,” Jackie told him. “Didn’t you see the streams of light shooting out and the blue glow around you and Rhasha?”

    Jim thought Jackie meant that blue fire shot out of the lightbulb when it blew and caused a blue glow around him and Rhasha. “No,” he said, “I guess I was too much into my music.”

    Rhasha knew what Jackie meant. “I didn’t see it either,” she exclaimed.