Faith isn’t knowledge, Rachel. Faith is a tool. Faith keeps us going until we get the knowledge. Faith keeps us striving until we reach the consequences of our most important decisions.
Seth heard the rocking horse clattering down the staircase, the twang of bowstrings, and the overlapping beat of several other projectiles thudding against the door. “That was awesome,” Seth told Kendra. “You’re psychotic,” Kendra replied.
Hours of crisis often call for sacrifice. In matters of consequence, when have doubt and fear given the best advice? Why not heed faith, courage, and honor?
And you came back to Lyrian?” Galloran said in disbelief. “Believe it or not, I came through the same hippopotamus that brought me here the first time. Jumped into the tank on purpose.
The surprise is on the far side.” “You’re sure?” “Positive.” “It better not be another fairy,” Seth said. “What’s the matter with fairies?” “I’ve already seen about a billion of them and also they turned me into a walrus.
Some imagine the difference between heaven and hell to be a matter of geography. Not so. The difference is much more evident in the individuals who dwell there.
