The Gospel of the Font

Chapter 13

You know, I didn't even realize until I looked at my watch that it's already been a year since Egypt. Things have been so busy, so crazy over these last several months, I've forgotten to count the days. It's been a year to the day since that ride out into the middle of nowhere where I descended into a mysterious cavern and found the book. Back then, I was frightened, confused, resentful, and unsure.

Wow, how much a year can change things.

Ironically, on this great anniversary, I'm still on an old bus, only this time, the bus is in Charlotte and not the middle of the Egyptian desert. Wait, am I still not defining irony, right? Oh well, I'm the Font, not a damn poet.

It's an old city transit bus that we acquired a few months ago. Most of the benches have been taken out and replaced with couches and chairs. There are a couple of full-size mattresses laying in the back corner, one on top of the other, and a vanity table with at least most of the red paint left on it is on the wall next to them. There's only one small crack in the glass up near the upper left corner of the rectangular mirror, but the glass that's still intact, though in bad need of a good cleaning.

It is here that I find myself sitting in front of this mirror and staring into the face of a girl that, just a year ago, I would never have recognized. It has been more of an inner change than an outer one. I've become more and more accustomed to my role as the Font every day.

The first month or so was rather quiet. Walter and Karen let me stay with them, so we wouldn't have any more shooting incidents. I didn't go out much in those days. I was afraid to even go on the porch. Tim and Molly would come over several times a week with all the questions they had come up with—all the things they were eager to learn—and would ask them of me. I'd look in the book and give them their answers.

After a month Brandon, the barkeep next door, started getting curious. He finally came over to see what was going on and was so amazed he brought his son Jason, who was home from college for the summer.

Together we found the cures for diseases, formulas for amazing new products, blueprints for incredible new inventions, revelations about some of history's biggest mysteries, and so much more. Whatever they asked of me, I told them. I was the font of limitless knowledge. Well, I shouldn't quite say limitless. I did have my rules.

There were problems early on, mostly from Jason, with questions that invaded the privacy of others. These requests I have always refused. Lucifer entrusted me with this gift to share knowledge with the world, not gossip. She never gave me any rules on using the book, but I just can't bring myself to use it for something like that. To this day, I still don't even know if I could get such an answer from the book. It is something I don't dare try.

Anyway, it didn't take long for word to spread from my six followers about the Font. They shared what they had learned to their friends and family who, in turn, wanted to inquire of the Font themselves. I gave my first talk to a large crowd seven weeks after that first meeting at Walter's house. It was a gathering of roughly fifty people at a small park and an amazing thing to be a part of. They came with their questions and I answered them. From there they went back to their lives more knowledgeable and better able to take control of their destinies. People began to find strength in themselves without having to seek it from a higher power. I had given them the tools they needed, so they stopped looking to God to solve their problems.

We eventually began getting calls from neighboring towns who wanted us to share the knowledge of the Font with them. The audience from that day at the park had put some money together. We used it to buy this old bus and soon we were traveling all over Charlotte and the surrounding cities.

There were gatherings in parks, homes, small community centers, abandoned buildings and anywhere else we could find to meet in private and share the wisdom of the Font with those willing to hear it, and all who listened shared with others. Websites started popping up about me. There were over a hundred social media groups last I checked. These online groups would ask me to come to their town and speak with them, so off we'd go.