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‘Were you raised in the Methodist Church?’ Amanda asked Sean as they took the Peachtree Industrial Boulevard exit from the perimeter loop and headed north. Sean had told her where they would be meeting his grandmother.
‘From Sunday School through baptism and beyond,’ replied Sean. ‘I attended Wesleyan Schools from Kindergarten through high school. You?’
‘Same with me, except as you know I was home schooled,’ confirmed Amanda. ‘The similarities between us really are amazing when you think about it.’
‘I have thought about it,’ said Sean, ‘and I agree. I’m also realizing that the word ‘amazing’ could be applied to you in many ways.’
Amanda squeezed his hand with the one holding it and stroked his forearm with her other. ‘Amazing is a word that certainly applies to you, Mr. Wallace.’
‘That’s only because you motivate me to be amazing, Mrs. Wallace.’ Glancing at the clock on his dash, Sean added, ‘We’re about twenty minutes away from the church and we have almost an hour before we are scheduled to meet my grandmother. Do you mind taking a brief detour up ahead?’
‘Of course not,’ said Amanda. ‘I’m treasuring my time with you and I would go anywhere with you that allows us to remain together.’
‘I want to give you a quick look at a place and get your opinion on it as a possible home for the girls.’
Now Amanda was excited. ‘You found a place?’ she exclaimed.
‘I think so, but I want you to approve of it first. If you agree with me on its suitability, then I will do everything I can to make it happen.’
‘Oh Sean, let’s see it!’
‘We’ll be there shortly.’
Taking several side streets to cut across the area known as Peachtree Corners, Sean took them through combination residential and mixed office communities until he finally turned onto an access road with a sign reading ‘Prestonwood Conference Center and Retreat’. Driving down the access road, Amanda saw wooden signs on posts indicating pathways to various features and attractions, such a ‘Pavilion’, ‘Basketball Courts’, and ‘Pool/Tennis’.
‘This is a beautiful setting,’ Amanda said as they continued to meander through the wooded property. Passing a turnoff with a sign that read ‘Chapel’, she asked ‘Who currently owns this property?’
‘The Methodist Church owns it,’ replied Sean as they drove past the first guest accommodation building with a sign reading, ‘River Lodge’.
Seeing the building, Amanda exclaimed, ‘That building must have at least twenty five rooms.’
‘I think it has thirty, and most have two queen beds,’ commented Sean. ‘There is a bigger building up ahead called the ‘Meadows Lodge’ with more than seventy rooms, and there is a third set of two companion buildings that also have several rooms.’
Pulling into the parking lot, Sean put the car into park and turned to Amanda. ‘The Chattahoochee River is right down that path. We have time for a quick walk there and back if you’re interested in seeing it.’
Amanda was out of the car and opening Sean’s door for him before he could get the key out of the ignition. Of course his efforts were adversely impacted by his gut-wrenching laughter at Amanda’s enthusiastic haste.
‘Come on,’ she urged. ‘I want to see the river where your parents met.’
Locking the car and taking her hand, Sean told her, ‘My parents didn’t meet anywhere near here. They met way upstream from here, but to your point, it is the same river.’
Stopping to put her arms around Sean’s waist and to give him a kiss, Amanda said, ‘I’m so glad that you got my point, Mr. Wallace. Let’s go.’
Walking out onto a small dock extending from the shore into the river, Amanda spun in a complete circle examining the scenery before her. ‘My God, Sean, this is heavenly. Do you think we can talk the Methodist Church into letting the girls stay here?’
‘Do you want that to happen?’ asked Sean.
‘Most definitely,’ agreed Amanda as she examined a map of the retreat mounted on a wooden post beside the path leading to the dock. ‘This place is the perfect peaceful retreat my girls need to help them recover and get on with their lives. What about schools near here?’
‘Short-term, I was thinking we could have tutors brought in to teach classes here at the retreat. Eventually I would envision a more permanent school setting being established, either using the existing buildings or constructing something new. There is plenty of space for carefully planned expansion.’
Amanda took his hand once again as they started walking back to the car. ‘So your idea is for this to be a permanent facility for girls like mine? Would the Methodist Church agree to that?’
‘Once my grandmother buys in on our idea, she’ll make it happen for us. That’s why I suggested her to head up the foundation I am establishing for this purpose.’
‘Oh now I really hope your grandmother likes me,’ said Amanda with a worried tone to her voice.’
As Sean opened the door for Amanda to get back into his car, he said ‘There is one sure fire way to get my grandmother to not only like you, but to worship you and do anything you want.’
After Sean had taken his seat and started the car, Amanda asked him, ‘Okay, what would I have to do to win over your grandmother as you described?’
Sean had a big grin on his face as he said, ‘Promise to name our first daughter after her.’
Amanda sat speechless with her mouth agape for the rest of the trip. As Sean parked in the lot for the church, Amanda finally found her voice, ‘Now that I’ve seen Prestonwood, I want it for the girls so bad that I’m nervous it won’t be possible and I’ll be disappointed. Do you have any alternatives, Sean?’
‘Amanda, I told you earlier that meeting you has made me realize my role in life is to keep you safe and happy. I take that role seriously, so if you want Prestonwood to be the home for your girls, trust me, I will make it happen. No other alternatives are necessary.’
‘Thank you Sean, but there’s something else about Prestonwood that attracted my interest, and I want to share that with you before we meet your grandmother.’
‘What is that?’
‘I think it would be the perfect place for you and I to get married,’
‘I thought you would,’ Sean replied with a broad smile on his face.
‘You did?’
‘Well I hoped you would, but since you didn’t get a chance to see the chapel, I wasn’t sure if the rest of the location would convince you. I knew the chapel would have sealed the deal and I was already planning on stopping by there on the way back so you would see it and that you would come to the opinion that you have.’
‘I love you, Mr. Wallace.’
‘And I you, Mrs. Wallace. Now let’s go get your girls a home.’
Amanda didn’t wait for Sean to open her door, but simply met him at the front of the car and put her arm around his waist. Somehow, holding hands didn’t seem intimate enough for her feelings toward him at the moment, and she didn’t care what he or anyone else thought of it.
Sean directed Amanda through the church campus towards a large building with ‘Askew Gymnasium’ carved into the stone above the doorway. A tall attractive woman who appeared to be in her mid seventies, with bright shoulder length silver hair stood just outside the door talking to a man. When they saw Sean and Amanda approaching, the woman turned away from the man and ran to Sean with a speed and agility that Amanda though she herself would have trouble matching.
Seeing Amanda’s arm around Sean’s waist, the woman drew up short and smiled at the couple. After gazing into Sean’s eyes for only an instant his grandmother changed her focus. Addressing Amanda, she said, ‘I hate to be rude, but would you mind if I gave my grandson a hug?’
‘Not in the least,’ smiled Amanda as she stepped away from Sean to allow his grandmother access for the embrace she desired. Sean reciprocated by warmly hugging his grandmother back and
giving her a kiss on her cheek. As they separated, Sean’s grandmother stepped back and glanced between Sean and Amanda expectantly.
‘Grandma, I would like you to meet Amanda Wallace. Amanda, I would like you to meet my grandmother, Elizabeth Askew,’ Sean said to introduce the two women.
There was a very audible gasp from Sean’s grandmother as she comprehended what her grandson had stated was Amanda’s last name. ‘Did you say ‘Amanda WALLACE?’ she asked.
Amanda smiled and extended her hand for Elizabeth Askew to shake. ‘I’m so very happy to meet you Mrs. Askew. I assure you, Wallace is my maiden name.’
Taking Amanda’s hand and holding it in her own, Elizabeth Askew said, ‘Well if that isn’t the nicest coincidence. I’m very pleased to meet you Amanda, please call me Beth.’
Sean nodded towards the man that his grandmother had been talking to when he and Amanda had arrived, ‘We should probably join Pastor Steves and wait for the others.’
Taking Sean’s hand that was not already in the possession of Amanda, his grandmother started leading them back to the door where Pastor Steves stood waiting for them. Sean shook the Pastor’s hand and followed this with a warm embrace before introducing him to Amanda. This time, it was Sean’s grandmother that offered an explanation that Amanda’s last name was her maiden name when the Pastor gasped at the introduction.
Looking back at Sean, Pastor Steves said, ‘Jim Hale called me last night and after mentioning his conversation with you, I encouraged him to meet with us here today. I understand that you are okay with that?’
‘Yes, thank you. I have also invited Pastor Myles Denton from Prestonwood UMC to join us,’ said Sean.
‘That explains why he is approaching us right now,’ said Steves as he motioned to the walkway from the parking lot. Turning to look in that direction, Sean, Amanda, and Mrs. Askew watched the tall thin middle-aged man who was walking towards them. Farther back in the parking lot itself they could see another man just getting out of his car.
‘And that must be Jim Hale,’ said Sean.
‘I’ll go ahead and unlock the door for us then,’ said Steves as he took keys from his pocket and released the deadbolt securing the doors into the gymnasium building and throwing the doors open for everyone to enter.
Taking Amanda’s hand, Mrs. Askew said, ‘Come with me Amanda, we can go ahead of the men and find the best seats.’
Amanda was reluctant to leave Sean, but she was determined to have his grandmother like her, so she wasn’t about to object. The two women walked around the perimeter of the gym to avoid placing their street shoes on the main floor area. Mrs. Askew guided Amanda to the side of the building where a hallway led off to several offices and meeting rooms. Stopping at one of these, Mrs. Askew opened the door, turned on the room lights, and directed Amanda to chairs around a conference table where they both took seats next to each other.
‘We don’t have a lot of time before the men get here,’ said Mrs. Askew, ‘so all I want to know for now is do you love Sean as much as he loves you?’
‘How do you know Sean loves me?’ Amanda asked. ‘Did he say something to you?’
Smiling at Amanda and patting her hand, Mrs. Askew said, ‘No, but anyone who knows Sean will be able to tell in an instant that his sun rises and sets with you. Remind him to show you the photos. So do you feel the same way about him?’
‘I do,’ admitted Amanda. ‘I can’t imagine my life without Sean being in it. What photos should he show me?’
Beth just smiled in response and said, ‘I am so glad to hear that. Sean deserves the happiness I can already see he has with you. I can’t wait to hear more about how you two met and all your plans, but I can hear the men coming, so we’ll discuss it further over lunch. Okay?’
‘I look forward to that,’ said Amanda. ‘Thank you.’
The sound of voices became clearer as the four men entered the room. Amanda stood and moved over one chair so that Sean could take the seat between her and his grandmother. This move was not lost on Sean, who promptly assumed the chair vacated by Amanda, nor by Mrs. Askew, who smiled approvingly at Amanda. Pastor Steves took the seat at the head of the table while Jim Hale and Pastor Denton sat along the side opposite of Amanda, Sean, and his grandmother.
Amanda and Mrs. Askew were introduced to Jim Hale and Pastor Denton by Steves, who then turned the meeting over to Sean, who quickly deferred to Amanda.
Taking her right hand in his left and placing them on the table for everyone to see, Sean said, ‘Amanda, would you care to tell everyone how you came to be here today?’
Amanda related the capture of herself and the girls, their journey in the carrier, her sale to the pornographers, followed by Sean’s timely rescue of her and later the girls. There were several gasps from around the table at various points in Amanda’s tale, but no one interrupted her.
Sean stepped back into the conversation when Amanda had finished explaining about the girls currently staying in a hotel. ‘Amanda, can you share with us how you came to be a volunteer at the orphanage in East Timor? Why there?’
Sean and Amanda had discussed this subject during their drive to the church and she knew what Sean wanted her to cover. ‘I was raised and baptized in a small Methodist Church just outside Katherine in the Northern Territory of Australia. My Pastor from my youth had been a close personal friend of my parents, and later became a Bishop with the church. When my brother passed away, and my parents already dead, Bishop Mallory encouraged me to volunteer on a mission to the orphanage run by the Methodist Home and I agreed.’
‘Would that be the same Bishop Mallory who is currently serving as Secretary General of the World Methodist Council?’ asked Mrs. Askew.
‘Yes,’ acknowledged Amanda surprised by Sean’s grandmother knowing Bishop Mallory’s title within the Church. ‘Bishop Stewart Mallory.’
‘Wonderful man,’ said Mrs. Askew. ‘Please continue dear.’
Amanda did so, ‘There’s not much more to add I’m afraid. I had been working as a nurse with the orphanage for only six months when we were captured.’
Sean asked her one more question, ‘Amanda, do you feel any responsibility towards these girls’ and their future?’
‘Sean, as you and Mr. Hale know, I feel completely responsible for these girls,’ said Amanda. ‘They were entrusted to me when we were captured, and they depend upon me completely right now for their safety and well-being. I would give everything I have to protect them and provide for their futures…’
‘Thanks,’ interrupted Sean. ‘As I understand it, ‘everything you have’ equates to approximately three hundred and thirty million Australian dollars, right?’
Jim Hale shifted in his seat when hearing the magnitude of Amanda’s fortune. Pastor Denton’s eyes grew wide, but Pastor Steve showed no reaction.
Turning to face Jim Hale and the two pastors, Sean said, ‘We don’t have a lot of time here this morning, so I want to get to the point of this meeting. I have already instructed my lawyers to draft the paperwork establishing a foundation which will be funded by a trust in the amount of fifty million US dollars. This foundation’s mission will be the rescue, protection, education, treatment and ongoing care for victims of human trafficking. I am going to ask my grandmother to head up this foundation, and I am hoping that the Methodist Church will be the organization that she can turn to for the administration of the foundation.’
Sean felt his grandmother take his other hand and squeeze it. He glanced over to her, saw a tear in her eye as she simply nodded her agreement to him. Knowing he had her behind him, he continued to address the men across the table.
‘Gentlemen, this foundation will be established, and now that I know my grandmother is in agreement with the role I proposed for her, I am confident tha
t the leadership of The Permanent Fund for The United Methodist Church will also support my plans.’
Focusing on Jim Hale, Sean continued, ‘Mr. Hale, I told you that if Amanda wanted the girls cared for by the Methodist Church that I would make it happen, with or without your cooperation, and I meant it.’ Turning to face Pastor Denton, Sean added, ‘Pastor Denton, I want you to also be aware of my conviction to Amanda’s desires where these girls are concerned. Amanda’s wishes for these girls will be met with or without your cooperation.’
‘I’m not sure where I come into this…’ began Pastor Denton.
Sean interrupted him, ‘Then let me explain for you and everyone else at this table. The foundation is just money right now, but by this evening I expect it to have a physical home. Amanda and I are in agreement that the foundation will be located at Prestonwood Conference Center and Retreat.’
Pastor Denton had turned red, ‘With all due respect, Mr. Wallace, Prestonwood Conference Center is not for sale. My church takes our stewardship of that property very seriously and I will not simply acquiesce to your grand scheme for this foundation regardless of how much good I think it would do. I will encourage the Church to support the foundation, but I cannot agree to Prestonwood being taken over by it.’
Sean glared at the man before responding, ‘Pastor Denton, I will make this as clear as I possibly can. With God and all of you as my witnesses, I promise you that if Amanda wants Prestonwood to be the home for these girls, it will be the home for these girls. I am simply giving you the opportunity to cooperate in that transition willingly, but don’t think for a second that your agreement means anything to me or will affect the outcome I desire. I have done my homework and I know that the conveyance that transferred the property to the church from Mrs. Preston stipulates that it can never be sold. My funding of the foundation is more than adequate to compensate the Church for use of the current property and facilities on it, which will allow for purchase or construction of another conference center should that be determined appropriate. I will go further and donate one hundred and eighty waterfront acres I own on Lake Lanier to the church if you want to use that to build another retreat. While Prestonwood will still be the property of the Methodist Church, going forward the land and all facilities on it will be dedicated solely to the mission of the foundation.
Pastor Steves interjected at this point, ‘Sean, may I have a minute to explain a few things to my colleagues here?’
‘Of course, Sir,’ Sean said as he sat back in his chair.
‘Myles… Jim, did either of you notice the name of this building when you entered it? This building and much of the campus for my church was constructed through a memorial fund established by Mrs. Askew over there in honor of her late husband. I mention this only because these local contributions to my church are a visible illustration for the larger role that the Wallace/Askew families continue to play relative to the United Methodist Church. In Matthew 19:23-26 Jesus tells his disciples that it would be easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle than for a rich man to enter the kingdom of heaven, but I believe our Lord already has a very special place set aside for the entire Wallace/Askew family. Sean and his family are the single largest tithers to the Methodist Church anywhere in the world. Trust me gentlemen, with a single call from Elizabeth Askew, everything that Sean said is going to happen will happen. So, as Sean said, the only question seems to be whether or not it happens with your cooperation or if you get removed from any further involvement through a reassignment that I assure you would occur.’
‘How do you see the Methodist Home fitting in with your foundation?’ asked Hale.
Sean glanced at Amanda before answering, ‘We see the Atlanta Methodist Home playing a major role in the administration and operation of Prestonwood going forward. Through your leadership Jim, we envision you staffing up the facility with professionals trained to deal with the unique needs that victims of human trafficking and sexual exploitation face. Your reputation and existing relationship within the state and local Child and Family Service organizations will be critical to minimizing the bureaucratic issues these victims will face and expedite their processing through legal channels. Think of Prestonwood as a sort of annex to the current Atlanta Methodist Home.’
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