Walking back to my car, my head was abuzz with everything Bishop Montoya and I had talked about. The weight of his words and presence had inflamed my body, but soothed my mind.
Bishop Montoya hadn’t given me much new information, and we may have had severe theological differences, but merely being in his company and listening to him talk had made me, or at least the human part of me, feel better. He was a man who knew his place in the world and strove to make a difference. I liked that.
My cell phone chirruped at me. It was Vic with my update. Hopefully he had some good news for me.
“Alex, you’re not gonna like what I have to tell you.” Not the best way to start a conversation.
“Well, go ahead and spit it out. If I don’t like it, I’ll simply kick the crap out of you the next time I see you.” I was in a good mood and I wasn’t afraid to let Vic know it.
“Somebody’s in rare form this afternoon. I take it your meeting went well?”