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The mayor’s eyes swept over the large sign. “So it would seem. I’m going to talk to the city council. We’ve already started making this public. I’ll need a full accounting of everything that’s been happening. Witnesses, people who’ve heard this person, what the person has said, everything. Are you planning anything?”
“Ja. We’ll be talking about this sign and the rumors at our Sunday service. It’s a meeting Sunday, so we’ll be able to get the attention of just about everyone.”
“Good. I’m going to want to meet with you regularly until this gets figured out.” The mayor shifted her weight. “And...if it is anyone ‘English,’ we will stop them. I’m so very sorry.”
“Denki. I will be happy to meet with you. Here is the phone number by my house.” The bishop wrote the phone number down and gave it to the mayor.
This was no longer a rumor. It was a threat to his community. Jesus admonished his people to turn the other cheek, but in spite of himself, the bishop couldn’t force himself to conciliation. Whoever was responsible would be brought to justice. That he promised himself.