A week later, Jesse and I were at our apartment. Both of us have been putting out our resumes with dozens of organizations, all looking for young recruits to relate to even-younger Christians. I had extra opportunities, as I held Citizenship in both Canada and the USA. My mother is originally from Barrie, Ontario, and met my father while away at a youth retreat in Nashville years ago. We still have a summer home up in Gravenhurst. 'If I go up North, all we need to do is get Jesse's work visa sorted out, and we're good.' My train of thought was interrupted by the sound we've been praying for all week.
*RIIIIIIIIING!*
As I reach for my pocket, I think about who is calling.
*RIIIIIIIIIING!*
I look at the screen. "Area code 416? Must be fairly far away."
"Hello?"
"Hello, Max Church! Do you have a minute? We'd like to have a little over-the-phone interview with you and Jesse Stewart."
I was ecstatic at our first reply to our applications. "Uh, sure. Just let me get Jesse."
"Jesse!"
"Yeah?"
"Come down here, we have some important people on the phone for us!"
Jesse raced down, fully knowing why I called him.
"Ok, we'll put you on speaker."