He typed slowly: “Dear Brothers, thank you for your concern. I am doing okay. I am just taking some time to think.”
Elias pushed his chair back from the desk. Outside his apartment window, the city hummed its indifferent evening song. He looked at the calendar. It had been fourteen months since he last put on his tie and walked through those wide, gray doors.
He tucked the bookmark into his pocket. He wasn’t sure if he would ever walk through those gray doors again. But he knew he wasn’t done searching. And perhaps, he thought, that was the most honest prayer he had offered in fourteen months. jw-org
He did not send it. He deleted it.
Elias thought about the jw.org bookmark in his hand. The website’s articles were always so clean, so certain. Why Does God Allow Suffering? How to Be Truly Happy. He had memorized those answers once. He typed slowly: “Dear Brothers, thank you for
After the meeting, Elias had stood in the foyer, drinking lukewarm punch from a tiny paper cup. He watched the families drift toward their cars. A toddler cried. Two teenagers whispered about a video game. A sister named Helen told him her husband’s chemotherapy was showing results.
Elias’s fingers hovered over the keyboard. On the screen, a single sentence glowed: “We have missed you at the Kingdom Hall.” Outside his apartment window, the city hummed its
He looked back at the computer screen. The cursor blinked patiently.