Mini-story: Fluent

The Reverend Jim Miller was a blessed man, in every sense of the word. He had dedicated his life to his divine calling: ministering to those in need, spreading the good word of God, and serving both the community and the Lord tirelessly and in any way that he could. He was the reverend of St. Brigid’s in the same small town that he’d grown up in himself, and though he had travelled to many places in the world, the arrival of his fifty-fourth year found him wholly content to preach and serve from the most familiar of surroundings. When he did still venture abroad, his travels were made so much easier by the gift that the heavenly Father had seen fit to bestow upon him. He had learned to hide it when he was a young man, and he was still careful about how he conducted himself even now, but once he had left high school and gone to university, his talent had opened up the world to him. He became aware of it during his first week of high school. He’d been walking down a corridor that…