Scott

“Nobody can make up for what they did. That isn't how it works. You did something better than that: You got to a place where even the terrible things you did became a . . . a place for repentance, and for someone to forgive you. That is much better than just getting back to the life before. I mean life before this happened just led to the things that happened. This way, the worst things you did became grace.”
― Eve Tushnet, Amends

“Those who love their dream of a Christian community more than they love the Christian community itself become destroyers of that Christian community even though their personal intentions may be ever so honest, earnest and sacrificial. God hates this wishful dreaming because it makes the dreamer proud and pretentious. Those who dream of this idolized community demand that it be fulfilled by God, by others and by themselves. They enter the community of Christians with their demands set up by their own law, and judge one another and God accordingly. It is not we who build. Christ builds the church. Whoever is mindful to build the church is surely well on the way to destroying it, for he will build a temple to idols without wishing or knowing it. We must confess he builds. We must proclaim, he builds. We must pray to him, and he will build. We do not know his plan. We cannot see whether he is building or pulling down. It may be that the times which by human standards are the times of collapse are for him the great times of construction. It may be that the times which from a human point are great times for the church are times when it's pulled down. It is a great comfort which Jesus gives to his church. You confess, preach, bear witness to me, and I alone will build where it pleases me. Do not meddle in what is not your providence. Do what is given to you, and do it well, and you will have done enough.... Live together in the forgiveness of your sins. Forgive each other every day from the bottom of your hearts.”
― Dietrich Bonhoeffer

“J. Malachi tried to count sheep, feeling that this was a practice which should be revived in the modern era, but he got bored after about seventy. This is what I get for being a deracinated postmodern, he thought. I've lost touch with the agricultural roots of culture.”
― Eve Tushnet, Amends

“She kissed him then, with the same mixture of wonder and irony with which she kissed the cross in church. She didn't always understand that, either.”
― Eve Tushnet, Amends