Oliver was glad he hadn't gotten Nelson to the church. It wasn't in him to bring people in. Not that he was exactly a member of Serenity just yet. Although, he'd done his share of fixing up the place for Max. Somehow, he just couldn't get out of it. Mainly, it at least took his mind off Izzy. He didn't think of her off somewhere with a baby she needed to abandon. Or the idea, she'd made it all up and she was crazy in the middle of a shopping center. Of course, there was the cold threat that she was actually dead. In a shallow grave somewhere, which hurt the worst. And he couldn't avoid thinking about it.
But here he was with Bex. Holding his hand as if she had a chance she'd drag him down the isle if she felt like it, and he would go because he knew she knew best. Didn't she? Yet, where in the hell was this sermon going of Max's. Many rooms, what was that about? And then he went on a good ten minutes about a bake sale. He hoped Bex wouldn't get the idea to bake anything because if she did, he was sure enough going to do most of the baking.
Oliver smiled wishing he hadn't thought that. He loved her so, but still she had her moments where she just had to rule everything.
From what Oliver could gather from Max's words was the fact we had to be tolerant of others because they deserved a room in his father's house, just as well. Pretty soon he was turning it into a "What would Jesus do?" which evolved into seeing Jesus everyday in all of us. There were bits that were taking Oliver in and then there was a bit that just left him ...with wanting to say "huh." But he didn't. Hopefully, no one noticed the confused look on his face. And then there was Chris. Chris was there.
It just hit Oliver, if you put a T on the end of "Chris", you got Christ. Oliver found himself smiling as if he got the connection. Or did he? Wait, he wondered, now was that blasphemy to think it. No, that wasn't it. Oliver looked at Max who was suddenly lost for words.
Oliver wish he could some how save yet savor the moment. But how?
He kept staring at Chris. Chris had his eyes cast down. Not looking at anyone. Maybe he was praying. Oliver saw his body shake, slightly. Chris was crying. He was weeping and it was starting to sound mournful.
What the hell was happening?