You're listening to Catholic Sprouts, the daily podcast for Catholic kids that strives to plant seeds of faith.

Greetings, sprouts. It's Wednesday, February 19th. This is Father Kay. Yesterday we were listening to a story about Tommy, and today we'll continue that story. Everything was

momentarily still. What was that red book the knight had read from? A book of

spells, Tommy thought? Whatever enchantment he had just spoken seemed to take a lot out of him.

He was now sitting in his seat, with his eyes closed. Was he asleep? Dead? No, he couldn't be dead.

He was still breathing.

He was definitely tired, though.

So was everyone else.

They all sat down.

Suddenly, Tommy heard another voice.

It was from some man standing on the other side of the arena.

He seemed to be telling a story of some sort. Tommy didn't know

who or what it was about, but he felt strangely encouraged and energized. The word of the Lord,

the man finished. Those were God's words? No wonder Tommy had felt so energized. He knew he wasn't alone because moments later, the whole

stadium, was that what this place was called, was singing. The energy of God's word was literally

pulsating through the whole building. When it ended, someone else got up and read more of God's words. There were some

sort of instruction and encouragement, a letter of some sort to someone named Corinthian. What a

funny name, Tommy thought. They proved to be quite powerful words, because once again, the whole

of the people stood up and started chanting a jubilant war song.

At this point, the ninja's sidekick, presumably, because he was dressed very similarly to the

first ninja, was escorted by flaming torches and that smoke mace thingy to the great table

thingy where he bowed and then took out another book and held it up high in the air.

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