God has always worked wonders through his prophets to increase

Host: The soft hum of a clock ticking is the only sound in the room, filling the stillness. Jeeny sits by the window, her fingers tracing the edge of a book that lies closed in her lap, her eyes distant but thoughtful. Jack is across from her, leaning back in his chair, one hand resting on the table, lost in his own thoughts. Outside, the light of the setting sun spills through the window, casting a golden glow across the room, but the air between them feels heavy, as if both are waiting for something unspoken to be addressed.

Jeeny: “Jack, I came across a quote today from Mother Angelica,” she says, her voice gentle, but there’s an undercurrent of something deeper. “She said, ‘God has always worked wonders through his prophets to increase the faith of His chosen people or to correct their disobedience.’ What do you think about that?”

Jack: He looks up, his brows furrowing slightly as he considers the words. “Faith, prophets, disobedience... it sounds like she’s talking about people who claim to have a direct line to God, right? But if we’re talking about faith, isn’t it more about personal belief than waiting for someone to guide us through divine intervention? Aren’t we supposed to figure it out ourselves?”

Jeeny: She tilts her head, her eyes soft with understanding. “I think it’s not just about divine intervention, Jack. It’s about the ways in which God uses people, those who are called to serve His purpose, to remind us of what we sometimes forget. We’re all on our own journeys of faith, but sometimes we need a prophet to point us back to the path when we’ve strayed. I think Mother Angelica is saying that prophets aren’t just messengers, they’re tools of correction, as much as they are of encouragement.”

Host: The soft lighting in the room casts long shadows, and the rhythm of their words seems to synchronize with the steady tick of the clock. There is a quiet tension between them, one rooted in the idea of faith and the struggle to define it. Jeeny speaks with the certainty of someone who believes, and Jack, though still skeptical, listens carefully, his arms still crossed, but his posture slightly more open now.

Jack: “I get what you’re saying, but isn’t that a dangerous way to look at things? Relying on someone else to correct your faith, to remind you of what’s right? If we’re waiting for someone to show us the way, aren’t we just giving up our own responsibility to understand, to grow?”

Jeeny: Her expression softens, and she looks out the window for a moment, as if searching for the right words. “It’s not about giving up responsibility, Jack. It’s about understanding that we’re not alone in this journey. We all have moments where we need help, guidance, reminders. Prophets, in that sense, are more like instruments of God, showing us the way, bringing us back to our faith when we’ve lost sight of it. They don’t take away our agency — they help us reclaim it.”

Host: The air in the room thickens with the weight of their words. Jeeny’s belief in the idea of prophets and divine guidance stands in contrast to Jack’s more individualistic view of faith. Outside, the sky has deepened into twilight, and the quiet light that remains in the room seems to highlight the distance between their perspectives.

Jack: “So, you’re saying that faith can’t always be a personal journey? That we need someone else to tell us where we’ve gone wrong, even if we think we’re doing our best to figure it out ourselves?” His voice is tinged with doubt, but there’s an openness to it, a willingness to understand, even if he doesn’t fully agree.

Jeeny: She nods, her voice unwavering but gentle. “It’s not about telling you what to believe, Jack. It’s about bringing you back to what you already know deep down. Faith isn’t something we always have figured out. Sometimes we need a reminder that it’s okay to lean on others, to listen to the wisdom of those who have walked the path before us. Prophets, in that sense, help us recognize the bigger picture. They correct us, but they also show us that we’re part of something larger than ourselves.”

Host: The rain begins to fall softly outside, its rhythm blending with the silence in the room. Jeeny’s words seem to hang in the air, offering a kind of reassurance that Jack is still processing. The quiet tension between them remains, but there is a softness to it now, as though they are both walking toward a shared understanding, even if it is still distant.

Jack: “I don’t know if I fully believe in prophets, but I do understand what you’re saying. Faith isn’t something that comes easily. And maybe we need reminders — whether from others, or from something greater than ourselves — to help us stay on the path.”

Jeeny: “Exactly,” she says, her voice soft but full of conviction. “We’re not meant to do this alone, Jack. Whether it’s through prophets, or the words of someone who sees more clearly than we do, sometimes faith is built not just in our own hearts, but in the hearts of others who help us along the way.”

Host: The room has grown quieter, the rain outside a soft whisper, almost as if the world is listening to the understanding that’s beginning to form. Jack and Jeeny stand in the shared silence, each reflecting on the nature of faith and the role others play in helping to shape it. Jeeny’s belief in the guidance of prophets may still feel foreign to Jack, but there’s a new sense of openness between them now — a recognition that faith is not always something you carry alone. Sometimes, it’s something you find through others, in the words they speak, in the guidance they offer.

Jack: “Maybe faith is more than just an individual thing, huh?” he says quietly. “Maybe it’s about the community we build with others, even if we’re not always sure how to get there.”

Jeeny: She smiles, a soft but knowing smile. “Exactly, Jack. It’s about the connections we make, and the ways in which we help each other stay faithful, even when it’s hard.”

Host: The evening deepens, and the world outside becomes a blur of rain and fading light. Inside, the conversation has reached a quiet peace, one filled with an understanding that faith is not always a solitary pursuit. It’s shaped by the people who walk beside us, and sometimes by those who help us find our way when we’ve lost sight of it.