Chapter Nine
All of a sudden, I found myself outside the globe, looking in again. I could clearly see the crack running through the church. It resembled the crack in the globe. The crack ran all the way through, and division—or even shattering—seemed inevitable.
I looked at the Minister of Wrath and asked, “Will it fracture?”
Again, he repeated himself. “It’s up to those who live within the globe. You will understand before this day is over.”
As we stood outside the globe, I was able to look at the Constitution. Those words were now burned into my soul.
Before he departed, the Minister of Wrath spoke again.
“This Constitution is what can prevent the world from becoming like the Second World. Your citizens must go to the voting booths. There, they must decide for themselves whether they want the Constitution to guide them, or whether they trust an individual to lead them. The choice will be theirs.
“You are here because, deep in your heart, you took an oath to defend the Constitution. You have never abandoned that oath, and I’m absolutely positive you never will. Your job is to try to make others aware of how fragile that document is and how necessary it is to the survival of your government. Your job, Marine, is to carry your vessel back.”
Then he departed in an instant, leaving me with the Teacher.
“Marine, I know this is difficult to comprehend fully, but you’ll find the answers within your soul. Let us return to the place of peace and study what you’ve learned to this point.”
Those were the words I needed. They felt like a balm to my soul. I longed to return to the place of peace and rest with the Teacher.