Disclaimer: Catherine Marshall's beautiful story of Christy is owned by the LeSourd Family. We are in no way seeking profit or credit for her story. We are continuing the story of Christy for our own amusement only. Any additions in story line and characters were invented by the writer. Title: No GReater Love Author: Melissa No Greater Love Part 1 "This is what ye get fer takin' m'boys leg," Bird's Eye spat out, his words even more slurred than usual by the moonshine which had been his constant companion for the past days. Christy saw the raised rifle aimed at Neil, his back turned to his attacker. Words were too slow. It took a fraction of a second for her body to respond, propelling herself between him and the shot just as the crack could be heard echoing through the cove. The impact propelled her around, her face a mixture of pain and surprise. Her small gloved hands gripping her middle over the red stain that grew quickly on her gray gown. Large blue eyes searched Neil's face, then slowly dropped shut. "No!" the cry escaped from the soul of the doctor as she slowly sank before him. He had her in his arms in an instant. His brogue curses tore the silence that has filled the moments between the initial shot and the time he had gathered her crumpled form to him. "Out of my way!" he ordered to the crowd that had gathered as he cleared the steps of his front porch and pushed through the doorway. With one sweep of his arm he had cleared the table and laid the fragile body in his arms there. Her ivory skin had already taken on an ashen hue, as he attempted to staunch the bleeding. Through the still open door, David bounded, "I heard the shoots! What? Dear God, no!" he groaned as he saw Christy's still form on the table, the doctor bent over her intently. "Quickly," Neil ordered David, "get me ma bag from the bench. Put on water to boil. I'm goin ta have to stop this bleedin' now." David hesitated a moment, his eyes fixed on the still form on the table. What if she. . No he couldn't think that now. "Quickly, man, we do na have much time," the doctor cried. As David left the room briefly to gather what was required, Neil lowered his lips to her ear and whispered earnestly, "You are goin ta live, gerl. Do ya hear me? Ya just havta live. I coulna bear it should ya . . ." His last words cut by David's return with the medical instruments. With much determination, Dr. MacNeil put his personal feelings in a locked box and set them aside. He knew that if he was to save the girl on the table before him, the girl who had just saved his live, who was his life, he would have to put all other aside. "Bring the light closer," he directed David, both of them ignoring the faces pressed against the glass of the cabin, wondering the fate of the young girl that had so quickly made a place in all of their hearts. The sun had slipped down into the valley when finally the doctor whispered hoarsely, "There, that's it." With a pained look on his weary face, he finished dressing the wound. The shot had been so close and Christy was so small, he knew it was her shear will to live that kept her breathing now. A fleeting thought told him it was his love for her that had not allowed her to leave this world today, but with a bitter remembrance he told himself it had not worked before, not with Margaret. "Oh, Father in heaven!" Miss Alice had finally arrived from El Pano. She had been phoned there from the mission and told of the accident. She was there now. Standing between the doctor and the reverend she clasped both their hands and started a prayer. It was for Christy, the children, Bird's Eye and each of them that took them to the gates of heaven. Now they could only wait. No Greater Love Part II The rising sun found the occupants of the cabin in much the same places as it had when it left the night before. None of them appeared to have slept, their haggard faces telling the tale of vigilance and prayer. As Alice Henderson surveyed the two men in the room, she knew that such close quarters were the breeding ground for troubles. Miss Alice drew David to the porch as Neil once again checked his patient. "This glorious morning is here to show thee, 'Weeping last for the night, but joy comes in the morning.'" The glower on the reverend's face did not deter her from her purpose. "I know that thee are concerned for Miss Huddleston, but the work of the mission must go on. Today is Sunday and people will be expecting thee in the pulpit." An unreadable look flashed across David's face. "They know what happened. They know where we'll be." He avoided the dark eyes that shot him a disapproving look. "Besides, I wasn't able to finish my sermon," he finished somewhat weakly. "Thee do not need a sermon today. A good prayer service ending with a reminder to 'love those that hate thee, love and curse not' and 'turn the other cheek' will do more for Miss Huddleston than all of thy theology and moping about here." David knew Miss Alice's word was final, and he knew why it galled him so much, ashamed as he was to admit it. He couldn't bear to leave Christy just then. He tried to put what had happened out of his mind, but he could not-would not- get past the fact that she had been willing to give her life to save Neil MacNeil. Inside David knew that she would have done it for any of the children or Miss Alice, but there was a gnawing wonder if she would have risked herself so for him. He was so mortified that he could not get over his uncharitable-unChristian- feelings toward Doctor MacNeil. How could he, David, pastor this flock, if he could not get past this, if he could not give this and his uncertain relationship with Christy to God? As Jacob wrestled with the angel, David knew he must work this out with the Lord and with a last wistful look through the window at Neil leaning over Christy, David started out through the woods toward the mission. Alice breathed a prayer to heaven, "Merciful Lord, in all thy ways we must trust even when our hearts are against it. Strengthen thy minister for the road that is ahead." With one last look at the lone figure, she turned back into the cabin to confer with the doctor. Neil met her questioning gaze and answered, "Weel, the bleeding is still controlled an' it seems tha' the sutures aire holdin', but she lost so much blood. I -I just do na know." The statement fell flat between them as the doctor raked his hands through his tangled mane. The anguished look on his face told Alice Henderson more than his words, not of the patients condition, but his own. "Then we must pray all that much harder," she answered quietly but firmly, "for the patient and the doctor." She held a very special place in her heart for the young teacher lying on the bed, possibly even more so than the one vacated by her daughter, and she had no notion of letting go without a fight. "'For we battle not flesh and blood, but principalities and powers.'" Alice's words about prayer were the spark that set off the tinderbox in Neil's soul. He had listened, and quietly ignored, all of their admonitions about prayer and God. Alice, David, Christy, he had allowed them to spout what he believed amounted to religious rhetoric around him with only a minor reaction now and then as he felt the battle not worth fighting if it did not affect him directly. Now that it meant Christy's life he could not go on benignly quiet. How dare they put her precious life in the balance with nothing more on the other side but the gossamer strand called prayer? The smoldering fire cracked to the surface as he wheeled around to face Alice. "Alice, how kin you still go on believing in a good God when He allows something like this to happen-to happen to Christy. She ha' given up everythin' to do what she thought God wanted and He let this happen!" Neil's voice thundered through the cabin. "She was savin' a life, me own miserable life, an' how did her God reward her sacrifice?" His pause indicating that he was actually looking for a response, a reason for all of this. "Her reward, if I know Christy Huddleston, is that thee are still alive." Alice's simple reply stopped Neil in his tracks. The bluster was gone now. His face held the look of a man in agony. Alice saw her opportunity and continued. "How sad it is that she will give all to save thy body, but thee will not take one step to save thy soul." Their eyes locked for what seemed like an eternity. Alice could see the conflicting emotions dancing across his face. After one moment more she broke the gaze and turned toward the kitchen, but a last thought was thrown to the doctor, "Christy is but mortal her life will pass from this earth, perhaps sooner than we thought. Her soul is immortal and will live in Paradise forever for she has given it to God. Although I am not attempting to compare Miss Huddleston to the Almighty, you would do good to consider the parallels here, doctor, 'While we were yet sinners, Christ died for us.'" No Greater Love III It had been three days and Christy was flitting in and out of wakefulness. There had been no question as to her staying at the doctor's cabin; the trip to the mission would have been disastrous for her. Someone was with her around the clock. Watching, praying. Fairlight Spencer had taken up the vigil with Alice and David. Neil rarely left the room. Word had gone out and those who needed treatment were making their way to the doctor so he would not be required to leave his patient. They had all settled into a somewhat dismal routine, but Alice's words from that first day had left Neil stunned. He knew the truth behind them, but was he finally at a place where he could accept them? He wanted this peace that they had. He wanted to believe that prayer would keep Christy with them, but how, after rejecting God so many times, how could he go to Him? He was not worthy. He was not worthy of God's forgiveness or Christy's love and this point gnawed at him. Nil wanted, more than anything, to be comforted as were Alice, Fairlight, even David. They were able to sit by Christy's bedside sorrowful, but peaceful. Neil could not. His spirit was in torment. In his human reasoning there was only one person who could comfort him, who had always been able to comfort him. Nil paced the cabin like a caged animal, unable now to stay too long in the sickroom, but unwilling to leave the cabin for fear. Fear that he would not put into words, afraid to give it life. Finally he could hold back no longer. He knew she was still unconscious and he shouldn't upset her, but he had to know, know from her. Quietly entering the room that almost held the aura of a sanctuary, he leaned down close to her bed. She was so still, so fragile looking. He timidly reached out and covered her pale hand with his browned one. "Why?" he asked in a broken voice, knowing she could not hear him. "Why'd yu do it? Christy, why did yu put your own self in front of tha' bullet fo' me? I dina deserve it." Against his will, tears came to Neil's eyes as he once again fought the stabbing in his heart. He sat for a moment gazing at her with a yearning. Suddenly those large blue eyes opened, and for the first time since the accident, actually focused. Through parched lips she answered him weakly, "Because I knew I was ready to go, but you are not." She slowly reached out and pushed a lock of hair back from his forehead. The pain reflected in her eyes went beyond physical; it came from her soul. With a wane smile she added, "Besides, it would be harder for them to find a new doctor, than a 'wee wisp of a schoolmarm'." A slight sparkle has returned to those azure eyes as she reminded him of his words from so long ago. Her words, though, were lost on Neil, for the moment, in his jubilant cry, "She's awake. She's cum back t'us." His voice was gruff with emotion as he gently squeezed her hand and impulsively raised it to his lips. Alice, David and Fairlight had rushed into the room. The joy on each face was boundless, that is until the reverend saw the doctor sitting there, Christy's eyes focused on him with such emotion that the others in the room could not fail to read it. Then as if realizing her transparency, a veil dropped over her face and she turned to them. "Thee has definitely kept us faithful in our prayers these past days, Miss Huddleston," Alice informed her as she bent over the bed and carefully embraced the girl. The doctor had moved away, attempting to rein in his emotions. Fairlight had gone to the other side and was squeezing Christy's hand, tears running down her cheeks. Right then she had no words to describe the relief she felt. After a moment, both women drew away from the bedside, allowing David to approach. "Thee must be hungry or at least very dry. Mrs. Spencer and I will fix thee a tempting morsel," with that statement, Alice and Fairlight, answered by a grateful look from Christy left to seek something to tempt the appetite of the invalid. Neil retreated to the other room, unwilling to witness the exchange about to take place between Christy and the man who had determinedly purposed to marry her. David lowered himself onto the edge of the bed, gently pushing a strand of hair from her face. His voice was low, "We-I was so worried about you. The Lord has surely answered our fervent prayers." He captured her hand between his and pressed it. Christy, groggy as she was, could see the love in David's eyes. Even in her condition, she berated herself for being unable to answer his emotions. She returned the pressure between their fingers and sinking farther into the pillow, closed her eyes for a brief respite. And as God is still in the business of answering prayers, Miss Alice and Fairlight found this opportunity to return with a small meal. Except for her brief words to Neil, Christy had been almost silent since she had awoke. After wetting her mouth and swallowing a few bites, she asked about her children. As school was out, she had not missed any classes, but she did not want them to worry about her needlessly. Several of them, Sam Houston, Ruby Mae, Rob Allen, and little Burl, had been present at the time of the shooting. She prayed that they had not been traumatized. David pointed to a beautiful arrangement of wildflowers beside her bed, "The doctor had not even finished your surgery before your students left these for you." Tears sprung to Christy's eyes as she gazed at the flowers. Her children were so special. She was so blessed. No Greater Love IV Neil MacNeil stood at the porch railing clenching it tightly with white knuckles. Alice Henderson stood behind him. Her eyes fixed on his rigid back. Now was the time, she knew. Slowly she approached him and put a strong arm around his shoulders. "Now is the time. Let is go, Neil. Let it all go. The bitterness and pain. Start anew." Her words were soothing to his burning soul. "Could it truly be tha' easy?' Without realizing he had spoken his question out loud. He turned to face Alice, his face contorted with the agony of his spirit. Her heart broke for this man before her. He had thought that science and reason would give him all his answers and he was wrong. If he continued on this path he would be dead wrong. "All thee need do is confess thy sin for 'He is faithful and just to forgive us our sin and cleanse us from all unrighteousness.' Christ died on the cross for thee, Neil MacNeil, and would have done so if thou had been the only man on earth. Accept His grace, His forgiveness. Allow yourself to live again, for 'He is the way, the truth and the life.'" As Miss Alice finished her passionate plea, she dropped her hand from his shoulder to his hands. "Pray with me Neil." Their eyes locked and she saw the battle in his soul-for his soul. She saw the memories of failure and doubt, and she prayed with all her might against the powers that held him from the portal of grace. And then with the determination that comes from true belief, the doctor sank to his knees right there on the porch, Alice dropping beside him. She waited a moment and with head sunk upon his breast he began a prayer wrenched from his very being. "Oh, God . . .what mur kin I say. If it be true tha' Yu can love an' forgive one like me, then I beg yu Lord, come to my life. I ha' only been able to make a mess tryin' to do this on me own. Please, God, give me yur mercy. Come inta ma life today, God. Take the bitterness and pain. I canna carry them anymore." With a breaking voice he continued, "Give me faith. The faith Alice has," then in an almost inaudible whisper, "the faith Christy has." Neil continued now, oblivious to his surroundings, to Alice beside him, to David listening at the door. He raised his face toward heaven and continued in a ardent tone, "Lord, Yu ha' put her in ma life for a reason and Yu kno' ma heart. God, toda' I give you ma life an' I give you ma heart. . . an' all tha' is in it. Please, God, use me." As he finished his plea, Alice looked into the face of the man who had harbored so much pain and anger, and the joy and peace that beamed from him now was divine. There was a serenity about him that could only come from heaven, a humble look on his handsome face that told he understood the sacrifice of Calvary and that it had been made for him. Alice grabbed him in a hearty embrace with a pronouncement of "Praise be to the Lord, Neil MacNeil, for the angles are rejoicing with us in heaven." As Neil helped Alice to her feet she caught his eye and added, "I do believe there is someone else who will be rejoicing as well." Neil lowered his eyes almost bashfully. Yes, he longed to tell her, but part of him was afraid. He had not made this decision based on Christy. He wanted it to be understood that he realized that he was a sinner who could not save himself and as much as he loved her, she could not have saved him either. His deepest desire was to win the heart of the girl recovering in his cabin, but even if that was never possible he would still have made the decision he had that day. Alice, having a suggestion of his hesitation, breathed one more prayer to heaven, and with a frankness attributed only to her stated, "Christy Huddleston loves thee. Why, even now, are thee insistent on keeping an immovable barrier between?" The look that flashed across Neil's face caused her to continue hastily, "I am not in the lest suggesting that thee turned thy life over to the Almighty on the account of Miss Huddleston, only that she be the first to hear thy news." With a broad smile, she hoped that she has smoothed over any misstep. Neil was almost fragile now in his newfound faith. His deep eyes searched her face and asked quietly, "How kin yu kno' she loves me?" Alice reached out and touched his hand once again and answered gently, "Greater love hath no man than this, that he would lay down his life for his friends." No Greater Love V David slowly turned and slipped unnoticed into the cabin. The events unfolding before him weighing heavy on his mind. His pastor's heart was telling him to return and welcome the new Christian with open arms, his flesh reminding him that the last barrier had fallen between Neil and Christy and he, David, no longer stood a chance. He knew of her feelings for Neil, but had always trusted in her unspoken refusal to become involved with a non- Christian. Now . . "Stop it!" David admonished himself out loud. Knowing he needed to sort this out with God before he could with Neil, he quietly let himself out the back door of the cabin as Alice led a suddenly meek doctor to Christy's bedside. >From the look of peace on his face and the eagerness in his eyes, Christy could almost guess what had happened. She had been praying for it for so long, but she had presence of mind for once to let him speak first. Neil towered there over her bed for what seemed like an eternity, shifting his weight from foot to foot and looking generally uncomfortable. Alice turned to leave and he stopped her with a word, "Please, " almost a plea. This was all so new to him, this joy he was feeling, and on top of it all, the possibility of Christy, and it terrified him to face her alone. What if Alice had been wrong, what if his own senses had deceived him? What if she really didn't care, worse yet, what if he had just been a prayer request on her list? He shook his head in an attempt to clear away these irrational thoughts. Alice stepped forward and catching Neil's hand in her left and Christy's in her right, she joined the two deliberately, stepped back and stated, "The doctor has something to tell thee, Miss Huddleston." And with that turned on her heal and exited the room. This was one thing he would need to do on his own she reasoned to herself. And for a brief second, Alice Henderson reflected on the full circle that she and Neil MacNeil had come since he had married her daughter Margaret and they had run away to Cutter Gap. They had both blamed each other, and secretly themselves, for Margaret's rebellion and eventually her death, but that was so far in the past to be but a speck of memory. They were both able, with the grace of God to start again, and Alice felt that Neil's future with Christy, for she was resolved that there would be a future, would be more than either of them could have dreamed for. Meanwhile, at Christy's bedside, Neil held her hand in his own that trembled. She carefully moved herself over and patted the quilt beside her, indicating him to sit. He hesitantly lowered himself onto her bed and delved into her blue eyes. To his great comfort all he beheld there was encouragement and compassion, and perhaps maybe, no he wouldn't let himself see that yet. "Did you want to talk with me about something, " her words a gentle nudge. Where to start? Neil paused for a moment and started slowly, "I, I " he let out an exasperated breath and finished, "I do na kno' whar to begin." "Why not start at the beginning." And to herself, "that was so stupid." Obviously, Neil did not think so as he did just that. He started by briefly retelling the story of himself and Margaret, of his bitterness at God and the world after her death, of his insistence that he as a doctor did not need any divine intervention, and finally of his realization, through her and Miss Alice, of his true need for salvation. Her eyes shimmered with tears as he replayed the recent scene on the porch, minus the pleas for herself. "An' tha' is just aboot it. I, Alice and I thought yu should be the very ferst to kno' as I was only here to make this decision due to yu." That was all, his only words, but his manner, his eyes spoke volumes more. Christy willed him to share with her the rest. He held her hand to his heart for a brief moment as if struggling in himself, then quickly release it and almost fled the room. No Greater Love Conclusion Christy couldn't sleep. The ache in her body matching the one in her heart kept her wakeful, turning over in a still foggy mind the events of the past days. The surgery that had taken Lundy Taylor's leg, the ride back to the mission with Neil. The shooting. The community had gathered at Neil's cabin that day to help with the "clinic raising". It was so wonderful to have everyone together working toward a goal that would help them all-Taylor's and Allen's, mission folk and those in the farthest holler. Then Bird's Eye appeared. It wasn't Doctor MacNeil's fault that the boy lost his leg. Lundy had been hiding in the woods for so long, who knows when it had happened. The bear trap left out from last fall had chewed the boy's calf and when the gangrene set it there was nothing Neil could do but take the leg to save his life. Christy could see again in slow motion. Her mind's eye focused on the rifle aimed at Neil, the twisting of her skirts around her legs as she rushed forward, the burning pain that filled her body and overpowered all her senses. She felt his arms around her, lifting her, blackness. Tender words in her ear. She had fought against the fingers that pulled her from consciousness. "It's alright" she wanted to tell him. "I trust you. I love you." Then Neil's confession of that morning. Oh, the joy that filled her heart as he had told her of becoming a believer, but she had to admit, if only to herself, that she had expected that declaration to be followed by one of another kind. She had waited, but it never came. She tried to resolve herself to the fact that maybe it just wasn't meant to be. Suddenly, the sound of sobbing from the next room reached her ears and her very soul. She had thought they were all asleep, but as she gingerly slid from the bed she saw a sliver of light from under Neil's door. Slowly she opened it and the sight before her brought instant tears to her eyes. On his knees beside his bed, the rugged doctor head in hands was pouring out his heart to heaven, an open Bible beside him. "Oh, God," he cried, "Ya know tha I have given Ya me life. 'Tis taken me so long to realize that You are the only way I can live it. But m'heart. I know that 'tis not worthy of either of you but Ya have put a name on it. Is it wrong, God, wrong fa me to love her as I do? She almost died because of me!" His last words came out as a groan. Ignoring the pain in her body, Christy made her way to his side. So intent was he on his prayer, he didn't even realize her presence until she lowered herself onto the bed before him. Neil looked up with a start as she gently ran her fingers through his tousled hair. His tears still flowing freely, he did not attempt to hide them from her. She drew his head into her lap, wrapping her arms as far as she could around his shaking frame and holding him to her. "Shh," she whispered into his hair as she laid a gentle kiss on the top of his head. Holding him like that, rocking him in her arms, comforting him. It was the most natural thing in the world for Christy. Neil was clutching her as if he would never let go. His sobs were quieting now, her very presence a balm to his tormented spirit. "Shh," she spoke again, "I'm here" and then as if words from another time "It's alright. I trust you. I love you." Neal raised his head and looked at her with eyes full of question-and longing. Did he just imagine her last words? Could it have been? Her child-like hand came up and tenderly brushed the remaining tears from his cheeks, a finger tracing the lines on his furrowed brow as if to melt them away. She lowered her face a fraction closer to his, pooling blue eyes penetrating the very depth of him. "When I told you I did what I did for the people of the cove, it wasn't the whole truth." her voice no more than a husky whisper. Still on his knees before her, his very posture begging for his prayers to be answered. His silence prompted her to continue. Her eyes had wandered from his face to their hands before her. As she had begun to speak he had taken both her hands between his great ones and held them. They fit so well together. Her dainty alabaster fingers enclosed by his work hardened ones that still had the gentlest of touches. "It was for me, too. Maybe I did it for myself more than for them. Actually, it was a very selfish thing." She darted a look at his face and saw the purest love shining from eyes that had so recently been running with tears. "I knew I could not live in this cove-or anywhere else- if you were dead. Before, before you gave your life to the Lord, I knew that we could never have a life together," Christy paused for a moment realizing how her hopes and prayers had been answered as well, "But I knew you had to have that chance. I couldn't bear to live if you died, if you died without knowing Him. Because I do love you Neil MacNeil." Her tears were flowing now as well, the joy that filled her heart had no other outlet. Watching the glow on Neil's face as she had put her confession before him would be something she would remember forever. He rose to his feet, still holding her hands. Again putting aside the pain that wracked her body, Christy stood before him. The space between and around them seemed electrified as he slowly released her hands and with a gentle touch, a caress, cupped her cheek, turning her face up toward his. He paused for a breath, taking in her beauty, at that moment which seemed ethereal. Then claimed her lips in a kiss that was so tender and yet so passionate that Christy's tears flowed fresh, streaming down both their faces. The intensity of the moment was almost more than she could bear in her weakened condition, and as Neil's lips lingered on hers she sagged against his broad chest. His instant of panic was stilled by her reassuring glance as he effortlessly swept her petite body into his arms. With a hint of a chuckle he whispered as he held her to his heart, "Twould like to think was my kisses tha' affect yu so, but I know in truth yu are too soon from yur bed." He crossed from his room to what had become hers in a few long strides and gently settled her back into bed, checking her bandages and pulse as he smoothed the covers. Holding her wrist between his fingers he commented innocently, "Yur heart is beating a mite faster then nermel. Do yu know what might be the cause?" Christy could not see his piercing eyes in the darkness but knew that there was a twinkle there. Neil reluctantly turned to leave, but she grasped his hand. Sheepishly she whispered, "Stay with me for a moment." Eagerly Neil, drew a low stool beside her bed and sat down. A sweet silence enveloped them as he gently caressed her hand, and as he had done when she had waked, he brought it to his lips. Then turning it over he placed a tender kiss on her palm. "I ha' not yet thanked yu for savin' ma life." Christy slowly stroked his cheek and drawing his face down to hers she murmured, "I told you, I had a purely selfish motive." Neil once again allowed himself to kiss her, then dragging himself away reluctantly, he wagged a finger at her, "See haire, lass, yu be needin' yur rest, an' as the doctor, this is not the way to aid a recovery. But since yu've been such a good patient, I'll set with yu until yu aire asleep." She wrinkled her little nose at him, knowing in her heart he stayed as much for himself as for her. Neil watched her long into the night, holding her small hand, listening to her steady breathing. He could hardly contain the rapture he felt just knowing he had the right to be in her presence, and was welcome. After a long night of prayer and turmoil, David thought he had finally put his demons to rest. He had promised himself a moment alone with Christy that morning, while she was sleeping, to bring closure to his heart. He felt he needed that, deserved it. As he silently opened the door to her room, he felt that wound in his heart ripped freshly open as he beheld the doctor, already there, in fact from his sleeping position on the stool, David knew he had been there a while. Neil's head rested on the bed, their fingers entwined together atop the quilt, her other hand nestled in his hair, his hand cupping her elbow. The bitter taste that rose in his throat as he took in the sight quickly turned to hot tears of anger as he turned from the room and went to wake Alice. It was definitely time for Christy to be moved back to the Mission. The End! Go to "And They'll Know we are Christians...Part one To Be Continued (should it?)