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Chapter One- Of Faith in the Holy Trinity

St Paul's Episcopal Church seeks to appoint a Curate to work within its Family and Youth division.

The person in question must be Ordained, have a passion for youth and children's work and feel called to work in the Urban Seattle area.

We are a lively Anglican church, who wishes to engage further with the local community.

All enquires to the Reverend Carlisle Cullen.

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EPOV- Seattle, WA

The Reverend Edward Masen glanced down at the notice in the Parish Magazine, with not just a little trepidation. Nowhere within the advertisement did it state anything about the Choir, The Daily Office and the daily Devotional readings.

He had a nasty feeling that Carlisle should have been more specific in his advertisement information. At this time in the Church there was no contemplating what kind of person might apply.

His watch bleeped quietly, reminding him of his evening practise. He removed his glasses, and placed them on his desk. Rev Carlisle has long returned home.

Drawing his coat about him, he stepped out of the Parish office and headed over to the church

The choir, all eight of them, wrapped warm against the cold were waiting for him. They were all over eighty, save Mrs Denali who swore she had not seen forty. Edward dared not accuse her of lying.

"Sorry I am late."

The choir mumbled forgiveness as he headed over to the piano. Edward thought it was a terrible shame that so many of the youth has so little appreciation for classic choral anthems. He himself had grown to love them, sitting silently in the back of his grandmothers church as she had led the choir.

The piano was a half octave out of turn, he noticed. It was divine providence, he thought, smiling wryly to himself. So were the choir. Still, soon clear harmonies of the Bach chorale wove around him, filling him with a still sense of joy.

In the cold and rain of the Seattle winter the Reverend Edward Masen, second time curate of St Paul's Episcopal Church, felt the Peace of God.

BOV

"Rose, if you do not remove yourself from the Shower, so help me I will drag you out!"

Bella, wished that she had been able to stay at Theology College for the last month. Moving back in with her College roommate had not been the easiest decision. Especially when said roommate insisted on hogging the bathroom for at least 45 minutes each morning.

Especially on morning of job interviews.

A blast of hot stream hit her face as Rose passed her in the cramped hall.

"Sorry!"

Bella groaned loudly and rushed in.

"10 minutes it takes me, 10!" She mumbled to herself, blow drying her hair from her face. It wouldn't stay neat, she knew. Still, it hardly mattered. Heading down to the kitchen she grabbed a piece of toast from the pile that Rose, sipping her coffee serenely, had prepared. The wench smiled at her good naturedly.

"Where is this one?"

"Inner city, I won't get it."

She knew if she had looked up she would have seen Ro's sympathetic counsellor face.

"What number is this, Bells?"

"15."

It was getting pretty desperate. She was getting pretty desperate. 3 years at Theological college to be the last one placed. The problem was, largely, that none of the churches she wanted to work at would have her. Though, the less said on that the better, she knew.

Bella, prepared her notes and turned to Rose.

"Prayer time?"

Rose glanced up,

"On it, friend."

Ten minutes later, in her car driving down the I5, Stellar Kart blasting out of the speakers, Bella felt far more positive. She would end up where she was meant to, she knew. Well, she trusted which was hardly the same thing. Humming along to the beat she wondered if Jasper needed her to play bass for his Vineyard youth thing on Saturday. She hoped so, though his continual chant of 'Deacon Bella, Beacon Della' at a high pitch every time he saw her was getting wearing.

Bella hoped the church she was going to would have a good worship leader. They were tricky to get. Moreso she hoped that the church she was going to would be willing to hire her. She loved youth events and not leading her own stuff was eating at her.

"God has it Bella." She reminded herself. "You knew what you were getting yourself into."

3 hours later, as the Reverend Carlisle Cullen escorted his newest Curate to her Electric Blue Mini Cooper he knew he was no idea what he was getting himself into.

Still, he reminded himself, she would certainly liven up the choir.

Let me know what you think. This was a bit of a cheeky prequel, longer chapters will follow.