FIND THE FACE 

By Tessa Harvey

    At 9pm their phone shrilled. Most people no longer had a landline , but the Amasanti's had friends who were older and were not comfortable with mobiles. Ronnie answered, "Who are you?" he queried. They could hear somebody sounding very upset and agitated. "Just a moment. It's Mike," he said, puzzled. "He is really upset."

    With trepidation, Lisa got up from the comfortable armchair slowly and lumbered to the phone. "Yes," she waited.

    For a while, she just stood there, listening, tears streaming down her face. Then she put the phone down and told them what had happened.

    "Mike was wandering round town and walked into some little church. It was for French people. There was a stand at the back with cards of Biblical scenes. He picked one of fishing. Men were hauling in nets from old-looking boats, bent over the side, hauling in the fish.

A man, Jesus, was hailing them from the shore. The French on the card translated as "At once, leaving their nets, they followed Him. It was like a revelation.

    Mike said that he suddenly saw that Jesus must be God. Why else would grown men leave their livelihood just like that? There were no benefits from governments.

    He thought if he lost his job teaching languages at high school, where could he go? Anyway, he is coming to get me. Mike says he has been a fool. He asked forgiveness and will be here in a few days!"

    "It must have been because we prayed," marvelled Sandi.