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«
Inside
a
house
of
the
Lord
,
»
the
Teacher
exclaimed
.
«
How
they
mock
us
!
»
«
As
they
have
for
centuries
.
»
The
Teacher
fell
silent
,
as
if
letting
the
triumph
of
this
moment
settle
over
him
.
Finally
,
he
spoke
.
«
You
have
done
a
great
service
to
God
.
We
have
waited
centuries
for
this
.
You
must
retrieve
the
stone
for
me
.
Immediately
.
Tonight
.
You
understand
the
stakes
.
»
Silas
knew
the
stakes
were
incalculable
,
and
yet
what
the
Teacher
was
now
commanding
seemed
impossible
.
«
But
the
church
,
it
is
a
fortress
.
Especially
at
night
.
How
will
I
enter
?
»
With
the
confident
tone
of
a
man
of
enormous
influence
,
the
Teacher
explained
what
was
to
be
done
.
When
Silas
hung
up
the
phone
,
his
skin
tingled
with
anticipation
.
One
hour
,
he
told
himself
,
grateful
that
the
Teacher
had
given
him
time
to
carry
out
the
necessary
penance
before
entering
a
house
of
God
.
I
must
purge
my
soul
of
today
’
s
sins
.
The
sins
committed
today
had
been
holy
in
purpose
.
Acts
of
war
against
the
enemies
of
God
had
been
committed
for
centuries
.
Forgiveness
was
assured
.
Even
so
,
Silas
knew
,
absolution
required
sacrifice
.
Pulling
his
shades
,
he
stripped
naked
and
knelt
in
the
center
of
his
room
.
Looking
down
,
he
examined
the
spiked
cilice
belt
clamped
around
his
thigh
.
All
true
followers
of
The
Way
wore
this
device
–
a
leather
strap
,
studded
with
sharp
metal
barbs
that
cut
into
the
flesh
as
a
perpetual
reminder
of
Christ
’
s
suffering
.
The
pain
caused
by
the
device
also
helped
counteract
the
desires
of
the
flesh
.
Although
Silas
already
had
worn
his
cilice
today
longer
than
the
requisite
two
hours
,
he
knew
today
was
no
ordinary
day
.
Grasping
the
buckle
,
he
cinched
it
one
notch
tighter
,
wincing
as
the
barbs
dug
deeper
into
his
flesh
.
Exhaling
slowly
,
he
savored
the
cleansing
ritual
of
his
pain
.
Pain
is
good
,
Silas
whispered
,
repeating
the
sacred
mantra
of
Father
Josemaría
Escrivá
–
the
Teacher
of
all
Teachers
