A Weekend Coming

Later that evening, the two Robin Hood Preachers were sitting on Davy’s porch. Both had been unusually silent until Davy asked, “What do you think?”
“About what?”
“You know what I’m talking about.”
“Yes, unfortunately I do. Do we go back to taking the newfound Baptist Episcopal faith to new highs or do we look for ways to help people?”
“It’s not a faith, it’s a . . .  I don’t know what it is.”
“You know what I’m saying.”
“Yes, yes I do.”
“Which is it?” asked Davy solemnly.
“That last little adventure did go well. It went quickly, but it went well.”
“Yes, but we’ve been lucky. We were lucky with those other gang bangers. You know as well as I do that our luck isn’t going to last forever.”
“No, it’s not.”
“Maybe not, but it does appear we take to danger well.”
“Yes, Father Daniel, it does appear that way.”
“And, there are other dangers in the world.”
“Yes, Good Pastor, there are.”
“But, do you believe our backgrounds are well suited for, say, corporate espionage?”
“Oh, I would venture to say not.”
“Then, let me see,” said Danny, “what are the other sources of crime in this country?”
“Hmmm,” thought Davy, “There is computer fraud.”
“Yes, that is very true,” said Danny, “Now, what do we know about computers?”
“Hmmm,” commented Davy again, “Very little.”
“Would the word ‘nothing’ be more accurate?”
“Yes, that would ring a bit closer to true.”
Davy looked straight at Danny. “After some thought, I believe we would better serve assisting with the new found Baptist Episcopal. . .” Then, Davy stopped. “Did we ever decide, is it a faith, a denomination, what is it?”
“That too, my good friend, may bear more thought, but until we get a Rabbi involved and it becomes the Baptist Episcopal Temple, I believe faith is off the burner.”
“Of course that doesn’t rule out us finding a good Jewish rabbi.”
“Oh no, of course how he will give a good Baptist sermon in Hebrew may be a challenge, but it may bear some thought.”
“We are then agreed, for now, Saint Davy’s and Saint Danny’s.”
“We, sir,  are agreed.”
The short break at the Buddhist temple invigorated the two of them. A few hours of danger increased their sensitivity. They were ready to embrace Camp Eden with a new vigor.
Through the rest of the fall and into the winter, the two pastors continued their work at Camp Eden. Though they weren’t trying to secure new members, each week the congregation increased. Over the months they enlisted four young people who found a fascination with the work being done at the church. Two of them took positions at another church and were enjoying the same results that Danny and Davy experienced.
Each week new people came to the church and a surprising number continued to return. In the late fall, Danny’s phone rang. It was Davy.
“Can you come over, there’s a man here who wants to speak to us?”
Over the time the two had been at Camp Eden and because of the success the church was experiencing, the two had devised a ‘code’. When Davy said there was a “man” here who wants to speak to them, it told Danny that it was some bum who needed to be shown the door. Had he said “Gentleman”, it would have told Danny the caller may be worth his time. But, this time Davy had said “man”.