The Open Letter: Early Results

My youngest brother, Mikey, just called.

He'd gotten his copy of the letter.

He called to "praise me for my bravery and guts," just as many of you have. I pointed out that his faith has a bit to say about testifying and bearing witness, and that's what I was doing here, and he laughed.

He also figured I'd need to hear that someone thought positively about me, especially when the rest of the family weighed in with their opinions, and I thank him for that.

Also, he was concerned that I thought he'd spilled the beans. I repeated to him the story I'd told you all, and underlined that no, I didn't think he'd revealed anything he shouldn't've done, but that Dad had probably drawn a few conclusions, and that saying that you couldn't say anything was, in fact, saying something.

But my baby brother called to tell me how proud he was of me!

In return, I asked him to remind them that "I may be a freaky pagan weirdo and going to Hell... but remind them that I'm still me, and that I love you all."

He said he would!

He said he would. Now I wait, and it won't be a comfortable one.

I may have a whole pack of family members on my doorstep next week, trying to arrange some kind of intervention, but at least my brother still respects me, and will speak for me.

I cried a little after I hung up... but not all tears are evil, and these were not. These were the good kind.

Now we'll see about the rest of them.

-- Lorrie