If thou wouldst seek justice, thyself must be just. - Stephen R. Lawhead

We kissed, then, and the ardour of her kiss stole my breath away. I returned her passion with all the fervor I possessed. A lifetime of vows and heart-felt disciplines had prepared me well, for in that kiss I sealed with all my soul the fate before me, embracing a mystery clothed in warm and yielding female flesh. Holding only the moment, with neither thought nor care for the future, I kissed her, and drank deep the strong wine of desire.

"What did you do with your life, Master Bran?" she demanded accusingly. "More to the point, what will you do with your life now that you have it back?"

God has always worked through the small, the insignificant, the powerless — it seems to be sewn into the very fabric of the universe.