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“Girl, you don't have to open the book of your whole life before him. Just let him peek into selected extracts. Slowly. And sensibly.”

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“[W]e can accept the fact that this world is full of misery, and we can do what we can - limited though our efforts may be - to be the love of Christ to those who are hurting. To be hope to those who are discouraged. To be family to those who've been abandoned. To be healing for the brokenhearted. Balm for the suffering. [...] It means waking up every day and asking God how you can shed his light into the darkness around you. It means opening your heart to the feeble, the downtrodden, the afflicted. It means speaking up for the oppressed, loosening their chains. The real saints, the ones who are taking God's message of love seriously, are the ones who can see the pain around them, feel the impact of sin, and instead of losing heart or giving into despair, they covenant with God that they are going to push back that darkness. Reclaim the lost for Christ. Resist the decay and pollution and oppression that's brought the world to where it is today. That's the power we have in us[...] It's a big responsibility.”

ResponsibilityPushing Back The DarknessResponse To Suffering
Book:Policed
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“After a long while he sat upright with great effort, exhaled a sigh and reached for a clean sheet of lined paper, smoothing it out on the desk. He unscrewed the lid of his fountain pen, laid it perpendicular to his paper, and began to write. Often he compared his writing to white water. He had only to leap in to be dragged away on its rapids, thrown this way and that with his own will rendered impotent. While writing he found the words came from the muscles in his hands, the feel of the shaft of his pen, the locked joint of his elbow. the scratching noise of the nib marking paper and, underneath all that, some coordinating impulse in his guts. Certainly not from his mind.”

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Book:The Girl With Glass Feet
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