I helped Mary down and hugged her to me as James came out and smiled, to welcome them and make them feel at home. Moments later they were all lined up...in the drive, and I was cooing at the sleepy babe tucked cozily in the bassinet Mary was carrying.“He’s beautiful!” I cried. “He’s so adorable! What is it five weeks now?”“Five yesterday,” acknowledged the proud mother. “We named him David, after his father.”David beamed at his wife most immoderately at this, practically blushing, then reached. "A little boy was overheard praying:"Lord, if you can't make me a better boy, don't worry about it. I'm having a real good time like I am."After the christening of his baby brother in church, Jason sobbed all the way home in the back seat of the car. His father asked him three times what was wrong. Finally, the boy replied, "That preacher said he wanted us brought up in a Christian home, and I wanted to stay with you guys."I had been teaching my three-year old daughter, Caitlin, the Lord's. I wasted no time in slitting the goats throat, picking up the bowl and catching it full of the thick fluid. The pungent metallic aroma filled the still circle as I walked around, tipping the blood and other ingredients out onto the ground as I traced the outline of the salt. Finished, I tossed the bowl to the side and dipped back onto my duffle bag to pull out the sleeping bag. Zombies may not care about dirt and goat stink, but Id rather not go home coated in mud and leaves. The moment of. "This . . . can't . . . be happening!Bad doggy!" "But it is happening," he said. "Now tell me: who's yourleader? It'll hurt a lot worse if you don't." "Leader? Everything got good. We came. You . . . spiders . . . can'tbe happening!" "Did someone tell you this would never happen? Did someone say youwouldn't be caught?" She just stared at him, a look of complete bewilderment on her lovely face.Obviously, she knew nothing. She and her sisters had just flown where the kindof evil that fostered.