Finding Christmas. Gail Martin Gaymer

the time, and then they’re careless enough to try the same number again. Not bright, but not uncommon. I’m sure there’s a reasonable explanation.”

      “I hope so,” she said, but her voice didn’t sound convincing.

      “Have faith, Joanne.”

      On Sunday morning, Joanne slipped into Benjamin’s car.

      “Feeling better?” he asked.

      “Not much, but let’s not talk about it now,” she said.

      He gave her one of those looks that let her know if she were a witness in court he wouldn’t let her get away with it, but today he would. He backed out of the driveway and headed toward the church, talking about the weather and any mundane thing that came to mind.

      “How’s work?” he asked.

      “It’s suffering. I’m the head of a think tank, and I doubt that I could find the solution to punch my way out of a paper sack. My co-workers are giving me strange looks.”

      Benjamin didn’t respond as he nosed the car into the church parking lot. He supported her elbow as they ascended the church steps, and she gave him the best smile she could muster to reassure him that her mood had nothing to do with him. Joanne wasn’t even sure what bothered her. The woman hadn’t called since Friday night. She should be pleased, but she wasn’t.

      Joanne had a difficult time thinking the woman’s calls had been a wrong number. She sensed that, like the voice, the calls meant something, but church wasn’t the place to dwell on it. Today, she needed strength and rejuvenation.

      As they settled into their seats, the service began. Music rose and the congregation lifted their voices in praise. Benjamin smiled as if he was glad he came. He’d mentioned he hadn’t been to church since he’d moved back from Seattle.

      Church had become a difficult place for Joanne after the funeral. Joanne knew that might sound strange to most Christians, but she and Greg had shared so much there. They’d been married and had had Mandy baptized at the same church. They had been at worship each Sunday. After he was gone, she felt abandoned by Greg and by God. Now, with Benjamin beside her, she felt complete again.

      When the sermon began, the message startled Joanne. As if the pastor knew her need, he spoke about evil attacks on God’s children. “It’s like a war, a battle of good and evil. God cries to us in one ear while the sin beguiles us in the other. We need selective hearing when it comes to good and evil.

      “But those who are victims of evil, remember this from Deuteronomy 23: ‘For the Lord your God moves about in your camp to protect you and to deliver your enemies to you.’ God’s children are never alone in the fight. Though all seems lost, keep your eyes pointed to heaven and your ears tuned to God’s Word. He might speak to you in a whisper, but His power is almighty. Let these words from Psalms be your prayer as you face the powers of evil. ‘God is our refuge and strength, an ever-present help in trouble.’ Amen.”

      As she rose for the prayers and final hymn, Benjamin glanced at her as if wondering if she’d been listening. She would assure him that she had. Having heard the message, Joanne knew she had to let God be her strength and refuge. Thank you, Lord, she said in silent prayer.

      The last hymn began, and Joanne was surprised to hear Benjamin’s rich baritone voice as he belted out the last verse of “Stand Up, Stand Up for Jesus.”

      “I needed that,” Joanne said minutes later as she slipped from her pew into the aisle.

      “I did, too,” he said, sending her a tender smile.

      He walked beside her into the cold, and she shuddered as they turned into the wintery wind.

      “Want to stop for coffee?” Benjamin asked, slipping his arm around her shoulders as if to ward off the cold.

      “That would be nice.” She glanced at him, afraid to gaze too intently. His closeness affected her in a way she hadn’t expected. She felt a familiarity she hadn’t felt since Greg died.

      Benjamin nosed the car onto the highway and soon a small coffee shop appeared on the right. He pulled into the parking lot. “Is this okay?”

      “Anything’s fine,” she said as she opened the door.

      They hurried inside, and a waitress waved them toward a table. They ordered mugs of coffee, which were brought to their table immediately. Benjamin sipped the hot brew and Joanne lifted the cup and let the aroma surround her.

      “Thanks for coming to worship with me today. I felt less lonely than I have in a long, long time.” She paused, then decided to continue. “I like the feeling.”

      “So do I,” he said.

      “I was thinking that you’re a glutton for punishment, though. I’m not the greatest company lately.”

      She took a sip of the coffee and looked at him over the edge of the cup.

      “You’ve always been good company, Joanne. You and Greg.”

      “Thanks,” she said.

      He set the mug on the table and leaned forward. “I think we’re avoiding something, Joanne. What’s on your mind?”

      “It’s the same.” She gave a shrug. “I’m worried about the calls, yet disappointed she hasn’t called again. I need three, remember.”

      He seemed to study the murky pattern in his mug.

      “If I only knew what she wanted.”

      He looked up. “It might have been a wrong number, and you can’t assume it’s a she, Joanne. People sometimes change their voices for crank calls.”

      She saw the flicker of frustration in his eyes and felt the same emotion.

      “Remember the sermon today,” he said. “God is in your camp. The Lord is your ever-present help in trouble.”

      “I heard the sermon.” She immediately regretted the edge in her voice.

      “I know, but believe it.”

      Her terse comment hadn’t swayed him, and she felt good knowing he cared that much. She’d hurt him with her abruptness, and she longed to smooth the concerned look from his face.

      “I’m so afraid when it all pans out to be nothing that you’re going to be hurt,” he said.

      His hand slid over hers, and the warmth rolled up her arm. She sat a moment in silence, then drew back her shoulders and sent him a brave smile. “I’m making a big deal out of two calls. Maybe wrong numbers. Forget it. I will, too.” She rested her free hand on his shoulder. “I should have listened to you. You said tomorrow will be better. Maybe it will.”

      Hearing her sound more positive lifted Benjamin’s spirits. “Good for you,” he said, tapping his index finger against her hand, hoping she’d smile. “You need a break from all of this tension. “Let’s do something fun, Joanne. Let’s be kids again and enjoy one day without thinking about all of this.”

      Her brow wrinkled and her eyes narrowed, but he didn’t let the look stop him. “I’m not kidding. It’s Thanksgiving. Let’s go downtown to the Thanksgiving Day Parade.”

      She gave him a disbelieving grin. “Are you sure you’re not kidding?”

      “I’m not. How long has it been since you went?”

      “Four years, I guess. We took Mandy when she was nearly two, but she was too young to enjoy it.”

      “But did you?”

      “Enjoy it? Sure. Who doesn’t love a huge parade like that one.”

      “Then it’s time to go again—giant helium balloons, marching bands, floats, clowns. What do you say?”

      “I say you’re ridiculous. Two adults going to a kids’ parade?”

      “Let’s