A man may be so bold of his predestination, that he forget his conversation.
Peter finds the lost, the left-behind, the abused. Is that not why you are here? Did Peter not save you?
Almost lost you," he thought, surprised to find himself blinking back tears. "Been through too much, me and you. We're going to finish this thing together.
Peter stood, cleared his throat, and began to hum softly, then sing, slowly building up the song as his voice cleared. He found the old tune, the song of the Sunbird. And as he sung, as his rich voice echoed off the tall cliffs, the birds and the faeries lent him their voice and soon the tune drifted throughtout the garden.
Peter," she whispered and reached out, touching his cheek. "My little Peterbird? You flew back to me.
And Peter laughed, and when he did, all the Devils grinned, because Peter's laugh was a most contagious thing.
Had not enough gone wrong?
Better to have a big goal and reach half of it than to have no goal and reach all of it.
A sensible man will remember that the eyes may be confused in two ways - by a change from light to darkness or from darkness to light; and he will recognize that the same thing happens to the soul.
But what an mortal man do to secure his own salvation?" Mortal man can do just what God bids him do. Be can repent and believe. He can arise and follow Christ as Matthew did.
God knows that a mother needs fortitude and courage and tolerance and flexibility and patience and firmness and nearly every other brave aspect of the human soul. But because I happen to be a parent of almost fiercely maternal nature, I praise casualness. It seems to me the rarest of virtues. It is useful enough when children are small. It is useful to the point of necessity when they are adolescents.