Chapter Three Sam gave a sigh of relief when the band finally stopped playing. They had been good, but he still felt slightly uncomfortable about the lyrics of the songs. A man came to the front of the stage and began to speak. His voice was quiet but he spoke with such sincerity that no one was tempted to interrupt him. "Makes me almost believe in God again." Al said from where he stood behind Sam. "People with faith like that made it seem so easy." Sam ignored his friend, the words of the message sinking deep into his mind and soul. "Actually, the girl back in the Waiting Room is a lot like that." Al said. Sam thought he could detect a hint of wistfulness in the older man's voice. "Most kids her age would freak out about what happened to her. Not this girl. First words out of her mouth were a prayer to God. A sincere one." Sam looked back at Al when he heard the admiration in his voice. "This Trinity is really something. You can't let her die. She's really going to make a difference somewhere." Al said. He pushed a button on the handlink and the Imaging Chamber door opened. "Actually, I'm going to go see her. She wants to talk to me about some stuff." Sam raised his eyebrows in surprise before turning his attention back to the speaker. The man's heartfelt words pierced his heart although he didn't understand them. "Christ didn't die in his sleep. This wasn't a nice, painless way to die. He was in pain, a lot of pain. How many of you can say you know what severe pain is? A pain that is beyond words." Sam thought back to his previous Leaps, remembering the pain he'd felt on more than one occasion. He'd been in hundreds of fights, often Leaping into the middle of one. He had been a boxer, a baseball player, a dancer, and a soldier. He knew what physical work and pain were but his doctor's mind told him that he had never experienced the pain of a crucifixion. "I know that it's almost nine o'clock and I was supposed to be done by nine, but the Spirit is moving. At the edges of the sections are several youth leaders. I want each of you to pray right now and really look at your hearts; decide for yourself if you have accepted the sacrifice of Christ. Then, if you make a decision or have already made the decision to accept the gift of salvation, go to the youth leader nearest you and they will mark your hand with a red marker to remind you of your decision. The band is going to play while you pray." Sam bent his head as the band went back to the stage and began to play a song softly. He usually enjoyed whatever time he had to simply sit and relax but he wasn't at peace with himself at the moment. "Okay," he spoke silently. "God, or Whoever You are, I don't even know if you're there. How many times have I done what You wanted me to do? I've been Leaping around for years. Aren't You ever going to let me go home? What more do you want from me?" Sam was shocked to feel tears running down his cheeks. He ignored them, however, and continued to speak to Whoever it was that had been Leaping him through time. "Is there something more I'm supposed to do? I've saved hundreds of lives and made hundreds more better. I saved my brother's life, saved the life of Jackie Kennedy and even went back to fix Al's first marriage. What more do You want of me?" "I want all of you." The voice was so audible that Sam looked around, thinking that perhaps Al had spoken. "I've brought you through time so that you would come to me. Make your decision." Sam thought for several minutes, his logical mind arguing with what his heart felt. Finally, one side won out.