A/N: What I describe in Necedah is real, so is the name Mary Ann Van Hoof. The sect still exists and if you are bored in a Wisconsin road trip, check it out. Followers not recognized by official church. Joy is like the rain was by a group of sisters in the 60's, The Medical Mission 'll Know We are Christians By Our Love is real too.

Chapter 3

It was now her junior year and Diana was falling in love; in love with the wonderful literature and music she was studying, in love with the spirit of Vatican II, the counterculture of protest and of course, William Reid.

In the basement of the Newman Center Diana and her friends who provided the music for the evening folk Mass were sitting on folding chairs practicing the music they were going to be leading on Saturday night.

"And they'll know we are Christians by our love,by our love, and they'll know we are Christians by our love." They sang with some strumming on guitars and Diana leading them in song. They had taken to calling those who lead the people in the pews as song leaders.

"Oh, wow I need to get back to my dorm before long. Mom calls me once a week at exactly 4:45 on some of you in a few minutes at the Newman dinner." Diana quickly put her guitar in it's case and grabbed her backpack practically running back to her dorm.

Ring, ring

"Hello Mother, I'm fine how are you?"

"I'm doing as well as one can in this frightening world. I really think I must move to Wisconsin, but your father won't hear of it." Her mother proclaimed this with vigor.

"You still believe in the apparition of Our Lady of, what's that town called again?"

"You should know what it's called Diana! Necedah, yes. With all the horror of this Cold War, it makes so much sense."

"Mom, I have the writings of that woman here, that you sent me. You think, that when the end of the world comes this group will be taken to middle earth in a spaceship by a 1200 year old angel named Alex, that thousands of priests are communist spies, that the second Vatican Council is invalid and that the Blessed Mother also is telling this housewife, who by the way has bad spelling and grammar,locations of Russian submarines and that there will be a World War III?"

"Yes, talk to your father for me and your sister convince them of the truth! Leave your secular world. Her name is Mary Ann Van Hoof and Our Lady has spoken through her."

"Mother, you went to college,remember how you are supposed to learn that there are many different viewpoints in the world? I believe the same thing happens with religion. I believe the Second Vatican Council is wonderful and causing us to think, have discussion and get back to our ancient roots. I also believe there are many ways of expressing our faith. I don't do it the same way you do. I'm agreeing to disagree. I have to get ready for a student dinner I'm helping with, so I have to go."

"I pray you see the truth Diana. God bless you."

"God bless you too Mom. Bye."

Diana went off to the Newman Center, hoping serving and cleaning up a meal with friends would keep her mind off things. She also made a mental note to write to Anne, who was in formation to be a Sister in the diocese this group, no cult is what I'll call it, thought Diana, was.

"Hi Diana", said her roommate Veronica carrying some milk down to the basement.

"Hi, how was your day?"

"Pretty good, yours?"

"Let's have one of those late night conversations after studying tonight. I really need it."

"No problem."

When she got downstairs Diana was surprised to see William.

"Hey, you aren't setting foot in the kitchen are you?"

"No, Joe and I thought you ladies would need some help with the folding chairs." Will flexed his muscles.

"Honey, if women can carry a baby for 9 months, lifting a few folding chairs won't hurt" Diana winked.

Will and Joe chuckled not quite sure how to respond. Their friend Joan had just walked into the room.

"Well, the brownies are done."

"Are those normal brownies Joan?" Asked Joe.

"This is a church, not a commune. The only good addicting quality is the amount of chocolate."

"Hi,Father Paul" greeted Diana.

"Hello, Diana. How is the world of music, activism and literature?"

"As wonderful as always Father, they are my favorite things besides Jesus, of course."

"Of course, same here Diana. What's on the menu tonight?"

"Spaghetti, I think. I'm just with the clean up crew."

"Well you are needed too. Knowing you, you could lead the clean up crew in song."

"What a wonderful idea, Father."

After serving those who came to the dinner and cleaning up, Diana took out the garbage, noticing the rain. She came in singing a favorite song.

I see raindrops on my window, joy is like the rain..

"Do you still think you'll need that talk Diana?" Asked Veronica.

"Yes, but I'm grateful my spirits have been lifted for just a bit."

This little bit of bliss made the upcoming vent about her mother a little easier.