The Trinity Game

means.” He stopped at the intersection, looked around. “God, I wish there were some street signs. Which way?”
    Dawn was now breaking, and everything looked different bathed in its dim blue light. “Right, I think. No, wait.” Daniel scanned for something recognizable, came up empty. “Damn. I don’t know.”
    Trinity dug into his pocket, pulled out a quarter. “Heads it’s right, tails left.” He flipped the coin, caught it, and slapped it on the back of his hand. “Tails.” He turned left and resumed walking. A foghorn moaned somewhere in the distance.
    Halfway down the block, Trinity came to an abrupt stop, his mouth hanging open.
    Daniel reached for the gun. “What?”
    “Oh my…will you look at that!” Trinity ran toward the ruins of a single-story commercial building. The cinderblock structurewas still in one piece, but the glass double-doors and all the windows were gone, and the sign was smashed. “You see?” he said. “This proves it.”
    Daniel looked to where he was pointing, to the smashed sign above the entrance.
    T__ TRIN__Y WORD OF GOD MIN_______ NUTRIT_____ CENTER
    The sign jolted his memory, and he recognized the place from a photograph he’d seen on Trinity’s website. It was his uncle’s old soup kitchen.
    Nothing tonight happened by accident…
    Trinity sat on the curb. “Now I can see it clearly.”
    Daniel sat beside him. “Tell me.”
    “OK…all my life I was a grifter, religion just a con, I didn’t even believe in God. But I
did
build schools and clean-water wells in Africa and a medical clinic in Haiti, and I
did
fund the largest soup kitchen in Louisiana. Sure, I did it just to keep the IRS off my back, but that’s not the point, just like my lack of belief wasn’t the point. The point is I was doing good works, whatever the reason. But after Katrina, I abandoned the very people who made me rich. When this city desperately needed some good works, I ran off to Atlanta and revved up the money machine again. And then the voices started. And the tongues.” Trinity looked back to the sign. “Remember that last sermon, before the bomb went off? I thought God left me up on stage looking like an idiot with nothing to say, but I was wrong. He said everything. It was the only time he’s ever spoken through me clearly, no backwards tongues, just straight out. And he said:
Faith without works is dead
.”
    “But you’re saying more than that. You’re saying faith is irrelevant.”
    “Of course faith is irrelevant. God brought together a Catholic priest, a Voodoo mambo, and a total unbeliever. I don’t think He cares what the hell we believe—or even
if
we believe—as long as we live the word. Think of it this way: In my dream, Mama Anne said, ‘There’s only one God—everything else is metaphor.’ Now, strip away all the metaphors, and what is the one single commandment common to every decent religion ever known?”
    “Do unto others as you would have them do unto you.”
    “Exactly. Every religion in human history has had a variation of it, but why do so few people live by it? Because of all the other crap, because of the metaphors. Jew or Muslim or Christian or Hindu or Voodoo, everybody’s trying to connect to the same fundamental truth, but they’re confusing themselves, taking the metaphors literally. They’ve all got their checklists—
I don’t work on the Sabbath, I don’t take the Lord’s name in vain, I don’t eat pork, I don’t drink, I don’t commit murder, whatever
—but in the meantime, they treat each other like shit. Taking the metaphors literally gives them a free pass to duck out of the real heavy lifting. Hell, look around.” Trinity gestured to the street. “And I don’t just mean this, I mean look at the state of the whole world. People do the easy stuff, they run around bragging about their faith in God and their love of their fellow man…but easy to say ain’t easy to do. And love is a verb. It carries obligation.”
    Love is a verb.
The weight of it hit Daniel with an almost physical force. It was the very foundation of Jesus’s message to the world
. I give you a new commandment, that you love one another. Just as I have loved you, you should also love one another
. It was also the Catholic prayer for the holy day of Corpus Christi…now just two days away.
    Daniel stood and faced the old soup kitchen. “I’ve spent the last fourteen years searching for a miracle,” he said, “searching for evidence that God is