“Oh, for heaven’s sake!” Bennet bustles around the table to sit next to you. She takes your hands in hers. “Of course I’ll pray for you.”
Your hands tremble slightly. You both quietly bow your heads.
“Heavenly Father,” Bennet begins with calm strength and authority. “We come before You today with heavy hearts, seeking Your divine intervention. We ask that you prevent this campus from becoming yet another place of turmoil and unrest.”
Bennet’s grip on your hands tightens, and you look up to see her eyes squeezed tight with passionate fervor.
“We know that those who protest are hurting and confused,” Bennet continues. “Forgive them, and give them solace. Calm the hearts of those who are angry and troubled, and lead them towards paths of reconciliation.”
Bennet prompts you with an unspoken signal. You add, “Father, grant us wisdom and strength to guide our students through these challenging times.”
“Amen,” you say in unison.
Bennet inhales deeply, “There's something I wanted to talk to you about, too."
You incline your ear.
Bennet chews on her lip. "You know, it's just a matter of time before the protests come here. Perhaps we should consider planning a counter-protest?”
You grit your teeth, “I’m not sure.”
Bennet’s brow furrows, “Why would you be reluctant to demonstrate our Christian faith?” she peers at you intently. “Olivia, I will help you any way I can. What do you feel called to do?”