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@ellette-giselle exactly!
"When in doubt, eat cheese crackers."-me to my charries who don't even know about cheese crackers
shooting stones
Do you have an actual game this is based off?
“A story of a great warrior hero who loves children and saves his bride,” Julian repeated. He looked at Roland who gave him a smile. “I think I know just the story.”
Aww!!!😍 I love this part!
“You do that,” Aelic replied coldly.
I’m pretty sure Aelic is remembering the priest from his town when he says this…and how that guy wanted to sacrifice him!
His wife, Adeline,
ADELINE!!!!!
"He who never quotes will never be quoted." ~Charles Spurgeon
“Shooting stones” sounds like something along the lines of marbles, maybe?
"When in doubt, eat cheese crackers."-me to my charries who don't even know about cheese crackers
Do you have an actual game this is based off?
There were several games like this medieval children played, and later on they evolved to Jacks and Marbles. So in a way, yes.
Aww!!!😍 I love this part!
Me too! So glad!!
I’m pretty sure Aelic is remembering the priest from his town when he says this…and how that guy wanted to sacrifice him!
Yeah, I’d say that’s a safe bet,
ADELINE!!!!!
Is that one of your characters too?
No half-heartedness and no worldly fear must turn us aside from following the light unflinchingly.
Great section! I too loved the part where they told the children about Jesus. I’m excited to see if/how Leon reaches Ian.
"Don't shine so that others can see you. Shine so that through you, others can see Him." ~ C. S.
seems to be a mutual favorite!
Looks like that scene is a good one. 😁
I’m excited to see if/how Leon reaches Ian.
you may regret saying that…………..
No half-heartedness and no worldly fear must turn us aside from following the light unflinchingly.
@hybridlore @linus-smallprint @koshka @keilah-h @elishavet-pidyon @liberty
NEXT SECTION!!
One evening, Julian was walking home alone from visiting a family and bringing a basket of food Adeline had prepared for them. It was growing dusk, and he was almost out of the alleys when a voice hailed him. “You, stranger, it looks like you don’t know what’s good for you.”
Julian turned and looked at the group of thugs. They were lounging in a dead-end alley, once more sharing some kind of strong drink. Julian turned to walk away, but the leader spoke. “I have something to tell you that you would do good to listen to.”
“What?” Julian asked.
“We’ve told the priests about you.”
Julian felt a chill run down his spine.
“We have no love for priests,” the man continued. “We can worship the gods very well without them putting their noses places they aren’t wanted. However, things don’t look too good at the moment, and we need to set that straight. Things is happening. Strange things. The priests say it’s a curse the gods are bringing on us because of you.”
Julian didn’t respond. This was too horribly familiar, and memories of the killing in Ardenta flooded his mind.
The man leaned forward, snatching the knife from the young man who was tossing it up and down. He pointed it at Julian. “You and your three companions have one week to get yourselves out of here, or else things will be much worse. You have our warning. Now leave or pay the price. No one is going to bring some curse from the gods on us because of their stupid actions. So, get out. Now.”
Julian turned to walk away but felt an urge to speak. He looked back at the men, and his eyes fell on the youngest, who had been throwing the knife. The kid now sat hunched against the wall with a flask of ale in his hands. Julian looked straight at him, and the young man seemed to feel it, for he slowly looked up. “Jesus is calling you,” Julian said. “He loves you, and He is calling to you. It is never too late.”
With that, he turned and walked away. Oh God, please not now, he pleaded silently. I don’t think I’m ready to go through that again. These town has just begun to know you, and what if the people lose faith under this pressure?
Julian sighed and shook his head. He too had been young to the faith during trials, yet he had believed–– even knowing the moment he forsook the gods of his nation, his life was forfeit. He thought of Gunther, Amarin, Adeline… no, they would not waver. They truly believed. They and so many more. God would be with them, should trials come. Still, he hated the thought of what might come… of the sorrow he would face again. His brother’s face flashed before his eyes and Julian covered his face with his hands. “Father please! Please not again!” He let out a slow breath. He had come here knowing he would almost certainly meet cruelty and a violent death… yet he and Leon had been together, and they were ready to face it together. Now, he was alone.
You are never alone.
The voice was gentle, more felt then heard, and the peace it brought filled Julian. “Alright Lord, I trust You. No matter what comes, I trust You.”
Julian looked up and realized he was in a part of the slums he did not go through in the night. The sounds of the harbor were near, and the alley was dark… in more ways than one.
Julian turned and looked up and down the streets for light. If the harbor was in front of him, then he needed to turn to the left.
As Julian was turning, a sound caught his ears. Soft, stifled weeping. It sounded farther back in the alley, closer to the harbor.
Julian shook his head. Whatever was down that street he wanted nothing to do with. He took several steps to the left and stopped. Something was urging him to turn around and go back. “Lord, all that’s down there is trouble. Nothing good happens out here after dark. I’m going home.”
That being settled, Julian took several more steps, but he didn’t get far. “Alright Lord,” he sighed. Turning around he cautiously retraced his steps.
It was fully dark by now, and Julian went slowly, only able to see deeper darkness where buildings were. He got farther down the alley and closer to the harbor. The crying increased in volume, and then suddenly it was right in front of him and to the right. Julian stopped, and whoever was crying caught their breath and fell silent. “Hello,” Julian said softly.
There was no reply.
Looking farther up the street, Julian saw a lantern hanging by the back door of a tavern. He walked down the street away from the person and reached the lantern. He heard the crying start again and he unhooked the lantern and walked back to the place. He stepped into a small passage between two buildings and the light fell on a figure lying on the street. She saw him and recoiled. “No more!’ she cried. “No! No! No!”
“It’s alright,” Julian said gently. He made soft soothing noises as he crouched down and set the lantern on the street. “I’m not here to hurt you. I heard you crying and just wanted to see if you’re alright. Are you hurt?”
The girl sat up slowly and Julian looked at her. Her dress fell only to her knees and the sleeves left her shoulders bare, while the dress’s front dropped low enough to reveal her collarbone. Julian recoiled. He had seen girls like this long ago when he had been a young officer.
She was a prostitute.
Julian scrambled to his feet and backed a few steps away. He was completely torn. Every passage in Proverbs speaking of the forbidden woman screamed at him to run, yet in his heart that small voice compelled him to stay.
Julian was beyond confused. What God! A prostitute? What am I supposed to do?
The girl covered her face with her hands and wept, her whole body shaking with the force of her sobs.
“Are… are you hurt?” Julian asked. “Please miss, can you tell me what’s wrong?”
She looked up at him through splayed fingers. “Miss?” she asked, breathlessly.
“I’m sorry, I don’t know your name,” Julian replied, taking another step back.
“You called me miss as if I were human,” she sobbed.
“But you are,” Julian replied, refusing to let his eyes wonder to the shocking sight of a girl’s bare shoulders.
“Are you one of them?” the girl breathed.
“I don’t know,” Julian replied. He looked over his shoulder uneasily.
“Are you one of the ones that spoke of… of Him.”
“Who?” Julian asked, warily.
“The One true God,” she breathed.
Julian turned and stared at her in shock. “Yes, I am. But how did you––”
With a cry the girl threw herself on her knees in front of him. “Save me, please save me!” she screamed, clinging desperately to the edge of his cloak. “I want to come to Him! Help me! They won’t let me come! They are everywhere! They are here! They’re with us! They will stop me! Fight them! Fight them! You have power! I know you do! Save me please!”
Julian could feel a darkness closing in about them. A darkness that was deep and grasping. He knew what the girl was afraid of. She feared the demons of hell that would do all in their power to keep her from her Savior. All revulsion for the life that she lived fled from him, and Julian saw her as a lost and dying sinner on a road to destruction. A girl crying out for salvation and pleading for him to show her the way to Christ.
Julian dropped to one knee and placed a hand on her shoulder, raising the other hand heavenward. “Jesus Christ!” he cried out. “Jesus Christ, Son of the most high God, come and save this girl. Jesus, conqueror of the grave! Jesus, Savior of the world! Jesus, the Son of God! Jesus the King of kings! Jesus, the Rose of Sharon! Jesus, the Lily of the valley! Jesus, the Prince of peace! Jesus, the Redeemer of the lost! Jesus, the Bright Morning Star! Come now and fill us with Your Spirit! All the demons of hell cannot stand against You! They have no power in the presence of Your name!”
Julian could feel the power flooding through him, and he could feel the deep, grasping darkness recoiling. His heart was racing more than it ever had in the thick of battle, and he could feel the war being waged about them. “Pray!” he cried out to the girl.
She was sobbing and hanging tightly to his cloak. “I can’t! They’ll never let me go!” she shrieked.
“I cannot save you. Only Jesus can! Call upon His name, and you will be saved! Call upon His name, and not even the devil himself can stop you. He has no power if you belong to Christ. Call out to him!”
“I can’t!” the girl wailed.
“Jesus Christ, help her!” Julian cried.
“Jesus!” the girl screamed. “Jesus, help me! Save me! Save me from them! Please! Jesus Christ, save me! Forgive me, please!”
“Be gone, Satan!” Julian yelled. “You and your demons have no power here! I cast you from this place. Leave and never return! Oh Lord Jesus, come to her now. Give her peace!”
Around the two a wave of calm swept over the alley. Julian could feel the weight lift and the darkness didn’t feel so deep. The night had lost its terror and now was full of peace and beauty. Looking up, he saw the stars shining brightly over them.
The girl was shaking, but her tears had grown soft and less frantic, and her crying was from relief and joy. “They are gone,” she whispered. “I can feel it! It’s as if a great weight was lifted from me. They are gone!”
“Yes,” Julian replied. “They are gone. You are free.”
The girl cried for several more moments and then caught her breath. Julian carefully drew her to her feet and reached out, lifting her face with a gentle hand. He wiped away her tears and smiled down at her. “What is your name?” he asked softly.
“Rosalind.”
“Rosalind, you are now a daughter of the King of kings, and you belong to God. You were bought by the precious blood of Jesus Christ, and you are forever His. No one will ever take you from His hands.”
Rosalind smiled, her eyes flooding with tears of joy. “Thank you,” she whispered. “Thank you for helping me!” she hugged him and then quickly let go, looking down in shame. “How can He ever love someone like me? I am so dirty and have done so much wrong.”
“Rosalind, Jesus died for you, and when His blood was spilled it covered over your sins. Now you have been washed clean and made a new creation. That life you once lived is gone. You are no longer who you once were. Put that sin behind you and come away from this life. Go now, and sin no more,” Julian replied.
Rosalind looked up at him, her eyes filled with hope and disbelief. She reached for one of the sleeves of her dress and tugged it up to cover her shoulder, but it slipped down again, and she looked away from Julian, her face flaming.
Julian took off his cloak and fastened it about her shoulders without a word. Rosalind pulled it close and timidly smiled thanks.
“Come,” Julian said. “Let me take you somewhere to spend the night.” He turned and picked up the lantern.
The two walked out of the alley and back toward the more familiar part of the slums. Julian led the girl to a house and told her to wait a little ways away. He walked up to the door and knocked. There was a sound of steps and then a voice. “Who’s there?”
“It’s Julian, Mrs. Lehmann.”
The door opened, and a woman looked out. “Why Julian, what are you doing out at a time of night like this?”
“Mrs. Lehmann, I have a girl with me, and since you have no husband, I thought it would be best to bring her here.”
“Why of course, Julian. But what does my not having a husband have to do with it,” Mrs. Lehmann asked in some surprise.
“I found her near the docks, and I thought it best to bring her to a place where there are no men,” Julian replied in a low voice.
A look of understanding crossed Mrs. Lehmann’s face. “I see. Of course, Julian, bring her in.”
“She is quite weary and shaken, for I am sure she has been through much— spiritually and physically.”
“I will care for her, Julian,” Mrs. Lehmann smiled.
Julian walked back across the street to where Rosalind waited for him. “Come,” he said.
He led her back across the street to where Mrs. Lehmann stood, holding the door open. “Come in dearest,” she said gently, putting her arm about the girl’s shoulders and leading her inside.
Rosalind looked back at Julian and smiled one last time before stepping inside.
Julian turned and walked back down the street toward the inn, his steps light and his heart filled with joy after the battle that had been fought and won.
***
Leon rubbed the back of his hand over his sweat-soaked face. The weather was getting warmer and warmer, and he had never experienced anything quite so suffocatingly hot. He had been here for weeks, he knew, but he had lost track of time. Every night he prayed for Julian, Aelic, and Roland and the work that they were doing. He prayed for Rolf–– as he had promised. He prayed for his fellow slaves and, every night, he prayed for his owner and Hassan.
Leon continued to work with all his might, doing so for God, and it was with no small wonder that the other slaves saw that he was always cheerful and refreshed each morning, no matter how hard the work of the day before had been.
Leon knew why this was. Each night he prayed for strength, and God continued to faithfully give it to him.
Sometimes, while Leon and Albee worked together, they would talk. Leon took every opportunity he could to shine God’s light on Albee, and he even got to a place where Albee asked to hear stories of faith— religious legends he called them. Albee would listen with great interest, but when the stories were over, he would laugh them off.
Leon wondered if Albee was just looking for something to pass the time, and it started to discourage him being alone like this. Ever since he had fist accepted Christ, he had been with other Christians. Sabina and her orphanage, the church, and the four other soldiers who had believed with him. Julian had stayed at his side through everything that followed. No matter how dark things were, Julian had always been there with him.
Now, he was alone, facing one of his hardest trials in his life, and all those around him laughed and called him a fool for believing.
Leon gritted his teeth and pressed on, clinging desperately to his faith and the promises of the Scripture he had committed to memory. He would not lose hope; he would not lose faith. He would hold on to the end and he would trust his Savior. Understanding first-hand how hard it was, Leon prayed fervently for Rolf.
There was one thing that continued to worry Leon, and that was Ian. The young man seemed to be getting more and more reckless and desperate, and the constant knowledge that he would be killed any moment was driving him crazy.
Leon wanted to help him, but Ian refused to have anything to do with him. Every night, Leon prayed for Ian, and his prayer always ended with the words, “Lord, show me what to do. Whatever it takes to reach him, I will do it. Just show me.”
On this day, Leon and the others were at work harvesting. It was nearly September, and they were picking grapes. Leon refused to think of how good the fruit would taste in this hot weather and instead worked on laying the bunches carefully in baskets. The overseers were crawling all over the place just waiting for someone to steal some of the fruit.
Leon was working close to Albee, and the young man paused to wipe sweat from his face. He placed his hands on his knees and sucked in several breaths. “I don’t get it.”
“What?” Leon asked, placing another bunch into a basket.
“You.”
Leon picked another bunch. “What about me?”
“You work so hard–– you’ve picked three times the amount most of us have–– and yet you’re so cheerful and you act as though you would go on forever!”
Leon laughed. “Not forever, just until the work is done.”
“I would understand that if this was your home and you knew that once the job was done you could rest, but here as soon as we finish one thing it’s on to the next! Why do you work so hard if there is always more work waiting when you’re done?”
“God says ‘Whatever you do, work heartily, as for the Lord and not for men.’ So, when I pick these grapes, I’m not picking them for our master, I’m picking them for God,” Leon replied.
“I bet your God doesn’t say much about being sold into slavery,” Albee muttered.
“Actually, He does give instructions to slaves,” Leon smiled. “Titus two–– one of the letters in the Bible–– says; ‘Likewise, urge the younger men to be self-controlled. Show yourself in all respects to be a model of good works, and in your teaching show integrity, dignity, and sound speech that cannot be condemned, so that an opponent may be put to shame, having nothing evil to say about us. Slaves are to be submissive to their own masters in everything; they are to be well-pleasing, not argumentative, not pilfering, but showing all good faith, so that in everything they may adorn the doctrine of God our Savior. For the grace of God has appeared, bringing salvation for all people, training us to renounce ungodliness and worldly passions, and to live self-controlled, upright, and godly lives in the present age, waiting for our blessed hope, the appearing of the glory of our great God and Savior Jesus Christ, who gave Himself for us to redeem us from all lawlessness and to purify for Himself a people for His own possession who are zealous for good works.’ And 1 Timothy says ‘Let all who are under a yoke as slaves regard their own masters as worthy of all honor, so that the name of God and the teaching may not be reviled’”
Leon paused and Albee looked up. “Go on… it passes the time, and I’m interested in how much you can remember.”
Leon chuckled. “I have copied over the Scriptures so many times that I find it very easy to remember large sections. I wanted to have the whole Bible committed to memory as I never knew when I might be unable to access it. Like now.” He paused in thought a moment. “Well, Ephesians says; ‘Slaves, obey your earthly masters with fear and trembling, with a sincere heart, as you would Christ, not by the way of eye-service, as people-pleasers, but as slaves of Christ, doing the will of God from the heart, rendering service with a good will as to the Lord and not to man, knowing that whatever good anyone does, this he will receive back from the Lord, whether he is a slave or is free.’ And Romans says ‘Do you not know that if you present yourselves to anyone as obedient slaves, you are slaves of the one whom you obey, either of sin, which leads to death, or of obedience, which leads to righteousness? But thanks be to God, that you who were once slaves of sin have become obedient from the heart to the standard of teaching to which you were committed, and, having been set free from sin, have become slaves of righteousness. I am speaking in human terms, because of your natural limitations. For just as you once presented yourselves as slaves to impurity and to lawlessness leading to more lawlessness, so now present yourselves as slaves to righteousness leading to sanctification.’”
“Hmm, I don’t quite understand that one,” Albee remarked.
“Well, this was written with examples so we could understand. You see, if someone were to walk past and see us, they would know whose slaves we are because of where we are working. It’s like that with sin and salvation. We are all born sinners, as I have told you before. So, when we were sinners, we were slaves to sin. When we turn and call upon God and accept His sacrifice and forgiveness then we must no longer continue to be slaves to sin. If you were sold to a new master, would you continue to come here to work?”
“No,” Albee laughed.
“In the same way, when we are saved, we must no longer live in the sin of our past but must live a new life and strive to follow after Christ in His ways. Do you understand?”
“I suppose so,” Albee answered cautiously. “So, what about obeying our master and all that? Why should we do that?”
“We need to reflect who we are in Christ by what we do. If we obey our master faithfully and work diligently, then they will see the difference and Christ’s light will shine through us. But there is also a promise. We are to render service with a good will as to the Lord and not to man, knowing that whatever good anyone does, this he will receive back from the Lord, whether he is a slave or is free,” Leon explained.
“So, your God will repay you your good works to our master if you work as unto Him?” Albee asked.
“Yes,” Leon replied.
“Huh, your God sure says a lot about being slaves. Doesn’t he say anything about masters?”
“Yes,” Leon replied.
“What?” Albee asked.
“Well, that is for them and God,” Leon replied slowly.
“Does our master act as he should?” Albee demanded.
“Does it matter?” Leon asked.
“Oh, I knew it! He doesn’t. Well then, why should I act like a good slave if he isn’t a good master?” Albee exclaimed.
Leon reached for a new basket. “Because you are not doing any of this because of who or what he is, you are doing it because God says to, and we are doing it for God, not men. His wrong does not justify our sin. We will each be held accountable for what we do, not what others do,”
“That’s not very fair,” Albee grumbled.
“No, you’re right. Fair would be all of us going to hell. What Jesus did isn’t ‘fair’. And in case you haven’t noticed, life isn’t fair at all,” Leon retorted.
Albee put on an expression that reminded Leon very much of a child sulking.
Leon was about to say more when he spotted Ian walking toward them. He was carrying a large basket of grapes and kept looking over his shoulder at the overseer, who stood with his back turned, not too far off. Ian was just across from Leon when his boot caught in an exposed root, and he tripped.
Leon lunged to catch him but was too late.
Ian cursed and darted a terrified look over his shoulder.
Leon scrambled to help him as the young man frantically put the grapes back in the basket.
A shadow fell over the two, and they looked up to see one of the overseers. He grabbed Ian roughly by the collar and dragged him to his feet.
“No!” Ian yelled. “I didn’t do anything!”
The other overseers looked up at the sound of his cries, and like wolves converging on their prey, they moved closer. The other slaves hunkered down in fear, some throwing their arms over their heads as if to protect themselves or block out the sight and sound of what was to occur.
“You’ve made your last mistake, slave,” one of the overseers laughed. The others joined in the laughter, and Ian collapsed in their grasp, realizing there was no escape.
On of the overseers was fingering his whip while the others continued to taunt Ian, who struggled in their grip for a moment and then gave up.
Leon was still kneeling on the ground a few paces away beside the basket that had been spilled. The death Ian faced was horrifying enough, but the thought that after going through such torment he would not meet the open arms of a loving Savior, but instead be cast into eternal punishment, made Leon sick. Then, a thought came— a whisper, a prompting.
Leon shook his head. No, no I can’t do that God, You can’t ask that!
His own words spoken every night sounded in his mind; “God, I’ll do anything. Whatever it takes to bring Ian to You, I will do it. Just show me what to do.”
Leon closed his eyes tightly. That’s not what I meant! Oh God, that’s not what I meant!
He looked up to see two of the overseers throw Ian to the ground. The young man covered his head with his arms and lay still, shaking from the terror and lacking the strength to defend himself in any way.
“Anything… I’ll do anything.” The words sound again.
No God, no! you can’t ask me to do this! Please!
One of the overseers uncoiled his whip and cracked it against the ground.
Please Lord! Please not this! Leon drew in a breath. “Not my will, but Yours,” he whispered.
Then, he rose to his feet. “Stop!” his cry cracked through the air with as much force as the overseer’s whip.
Every eye turned to him, except for Ian, who lay still, waiting for the inevitable.
“Leon, you idiot! Get down!” Albee hissed frantically.
Leon snatched another breath. Lord, I trust You. “Take me!”
“What?” the overseer asked, curling his whip about his arm and snapping it taught.
“It was a mistake,” Leon said. “It won’t happen again. But if you must punish someone… punish me. Ian is invaluable to you. He works hard, and what good is he to you dead?”
“You are saying that you want to take this slave’s punishment?” the overseer asked, prodding Ian with his boot.
“Yes, if someone must be punished,” Leon replied steadily.
The overseer glared at Leon for a long moment, and whole vineyard held its breath. Then he turned and kicked Ian. He pushed the young man over with his boot and stood poised above him. “You will do double work today, and you skip the next water brake. He nodded to two of the other overseers and they grabbed Ian and dragged him to the side. He turned and pointed at Leon. “You will receive what you have asked for, you insolent fool. You will receive his punishment in full.”
Leon closed his eyes and stood still. Father God, reach Him! Don’t let this be for nothing. I am willing to give my life for his, only help him to find true life before it’s too late!
Rough hands grabbed Leon and shoved him forward and to the ground. He threw his arms up over his head and braced. The next moment, the whip shrieked through the air and tore deep into his back, wrapping around his right shoulder and shredding his shirt. Leon gasped and gritted his teeth. The pain that tore across his back was more then he could have imagined. The overseer struck again and again, reducing Leon’s shirt to shreds and tarring open his back, shoulders, neck, and arms. Leon was dizzy from the pain and his vision began to black.
The agony was more then he could bare, and a cry broke from his tightly closed lips. Tears streaked down his face and he clenched his fists. “God help me!” he gasped.
He felt himself shaking and he tried to twist away from the source of the blows but couldn’t. As darkness closed in, the pain began to lesson until all he could feel was fire burning through him.
The overseer struck again and again and again, and Leon knew he was dying.
As everything faded, he felt peace wash over him despite the agonizing pain. Father be with Julian, Aelic, and Roland! Help Rolf stay strong! Bring Ian to You!
The whip tore into his back again and Leon felt himself jerk with the force of the blow. Oh God, forgive them!
No half-heartedness and no worldly fear must turn us aside from following the light unflinchingly.
ELLETTE. You can not leave me like that. Leon can’t die now!
"Don't shine so that others can see you. Shine so that through you, others can see Him." ~ C. S.
Why not?
No half-heartedness and no worldly fear must turn us aside from following the light unflinchingly.
*sputters* Then how is Ian ever going to become a Christian? Leon won’t be there to explain it to him, and he probably hasn’t even listened the whole time!
"Don't shine so that others can see you. Shine so that through you, others can see Him." ~ C. S.
But Albee has…..
No half-heartedness and no worldly fear must turn us aside from following the light unflinchingly.
Please tell me you’re not really going to kill him off.
Also, if Albee is the one to tell him, then we don’t get to see what happens. 🙁
"Don't shine so that others can see you. Shine so that through you, others can see Him." ~ C. S.
Out of curiosity, how far are we through the book by now?
"Don't shine so that others can see you. Shine so that through you, others can see Him." ~ C. S.
Please tell me you’re not really going to kill him off.
*goes back and rereads section*
He felt himself shaking and he tried to twist away from the source of the blows but couldn’t. As darkness closed in, the pain began to lesson until all he could feel was fire burning through him.
The overseer struck again and again and again, and Leon knew he was dying.
As everything faded, he felt peace wash over him despite the agonizing pain.
Also, if Albee is the one to tell him, then we don’t get to see what happens. 🙁
True.
I guess we’ll never know. The impact our lives have on others is not always shown to us.
Out of curiosity, how far are we through the book by now?
Near the end.
No half-heartedness and no worldly fear must turn us aside from following the light unflinchingly.
Augghhhhh.
Wow, this book felt way shorter than the second one. Is that the case, or was it just me?
"Don't shine so that others can see you. Shine so that through you, others can see Him." ~ C. S.
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