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mutual acquaintances whose faces Peter could not call to mind.
It’s been a shock to me how bad I am at describing things in letters. It’s a shortcoming we never had to face before, being together every day of our lives.
It’s made me read the Epistles in a different light. Paul, James, Peter and John didn’t say much about their context, did they? Scholars have to dig between the lines to get even the faintest clue about where the apostles might have lived at the time. If only Paul could have spent a few words on describing his prison …
I’ve decided to let it go until I’m back with you again.
Everyone is busy here. Not in a frantic way, just getting on with what they do. They’re not as low-key as the Oasans, but there’s definitely less stress than you’d expect.
there’s no police force here.
the booze-free environment.
taking drugs,
gambling,
they read books about their area of expertise, they flip through old magazines,
how strange it was that none of the other USIC personnel exhibited those mannerisms, despite the high likelihood that some of them had been heavy smokers in their earlier lives.
Annoyance, Peter realized, was her defense mechanism,
He only wished he’d had the chance to explain more fully how prayer worked.
There are times of our lives when we feel indestructible even though quite a lot of things are going wrong, and other times when everything is going well yet we feel anxious and fragile from the moment we wake up.
he let go the idea that he must dutifully address each and every point she raised. She didn’t need that. What she needed was two simple things: an acknowledgment that he’d read her letter, and some sort of message from him in return.
I wouldn’t say that the ones that are mothers behave more maternally than the ones who aren’t. They’re ALL quite nurturing and connected.
“I pray for the people of the Maldives and North Korea and … uh … Guatemala. They’re not real to me as individuals, and I’m so ashamed of that. But they’re real to You.
Hayes,
The troop of humans
Stanko,
in fact, had he seen a gun at all since coming to Oasis? Could this really be a community without weapons? Could there be such a thing?
Who had authorized this communal foray, armed with nothing but curiosity?
Their gait was solemn and hilarious.
an impression of utter stupidity.
And so they stood there bantering, happy as children, while the exotic procession shuffled past.
his undischarged sense of inadequacy.