“Dear Lord, what do You want from me? I’ll happily oblige, if You’ll let me know. I understand asking for an overt sign feels rather faithless, but I’d be content with a shooting star or a voice from heaven or even a message scrawled on a wall as long as it didn’t mar the beauty of Whitlock’s marble walls. Something fairly obvious, if You please, because I’m quite a distractible creature, as You well know, and... I only want to do the right thing, whatever that right thing may be.”
