Between Two Fires

by Christopher Buehlman

“You’re really going to the river, then?” “I said I would.” “What we say and what we do are . . .” “Well, I do what I say. Which is why I don’t say much.”

Two angels and a devil had tumbled into the water. Three angels came up. Forgiveness, then, was possible even for the worst.

Love is always harder. Love means weathering blows for another’s sake and not counting them. Love is loss of self, loss of other, and faith in the death of loss.

fear of Hell is one of many paths to it. Forget Hell and love one another. That is all He wants of you.