Price of Privilege Quotes

“We often fail to recognize our greatest godsend simply because it comes bundled in suffering.”
― Jessica Dotta, Price of Privilege

“People may decry God when all is lost—screaming from the wreckage of their lives, demanding answers, unable to comprehend why. Yet who are we to tell a master painter the shades and colors we approve of and the ones we don't—we who are unskilled, and who have no cognizance of the painting's subject matter?”
― Jessica Dotta, Price of Privilege

“Was it possible to be homesick for a soul?”
― Jessica Dotta, Price of Privilege

“None of us have escaped being both good and evil, sometimes simultaneously.”
― Jessica Dotta, Price of Privilege

“How does one bear the ache that accompanies seeing the goodness resting in the soul of someone who denies you love because they see only your shortcomings?”
― Jessica Dotta, Price of Privilege

“I buried my face in my hands, thinking he didn’t have to go downstairs and sit at the dinner table with the ice king next. “If this is healing, I’d rather be sick. I need my ability to shut everyone and everything out, but it’s gone. I can’t cope.” To my surprise, Jameson laughed, then crossed the chamber to join me on the window seat. Looking at Edward, he asked, “Does she know the story about the lame man whom Peter healed?” Edward threw his palms up as if to say my religious training was still a mystery to him and that Jameson should leave me be. “I know it,” I said, not in the mood to hear it recited. Gritting my teeth, I looked toward the door, feeling as trapped as I used to with my former vicar. I couldn’t handle people acting as though everything could be solved with the Bible. “All right, I won’t repeat it, then.” Jameson held up innocent hands. “But have you ever considered how costly and painful that healing was for the man?” I rolled my eyes, unable to hide my antagonism toward receiving a religious lecture. “Yes, how he must have hated being able to walk.” “Oh, I’m certain it was exciting at first. A huge miracle, center of attention, a great testimony, and all that.” Jameson rested one foot on the bench, then laced his fingers about his knee. “But afterwards there’s still the business of living to get to. What do you suppose he did for work the following morning?” I touched my temples, not certain how I’d fallen into this conversation and wondering the quickest way out. “Think about it, Mrs. Auburn. He was lame from birth, which meant he was a beggar by trade. He’d never been trained for any occupation, never been apprenticed. Likely he couldn’t read or write. He had to learn to adjust to a half life to survive. The entire way he viewed the world, structured his life, and adapted, all gone—” Jameson snapped his fingers—“in the blink of an eye.” I said nothing but looked at him. At least he wasn’t telling me what I ought to be feeling or thinking. And like it or not, I was now captivated enough to listen. “Everywhere he went, he likely was stared at. Some probably suspected he’d faked being lame for pity and money. To be healed ended up costing him everything he knew. His entire world was deconstructed, leaving him the hard task of rebuilding it.” Jameson’s voice grew tender as I only stared. “Sounds familiar, doesn’t it? I’ve known full-grown men to collapse under less strain than you’ve endured. You’ve been crippled from birth, too, just in a different sort of way. It hurts to be healed, but would you honestly rather be lame at the gate?”
― Jessica Dotta, Price of Privilege

“Each one of us is either building his own kingdom or God's Kingdom on earth. Which of those two realities do you suppose we're in as we sit here, putting on airs, congratulating ourselves on having figured out life to our advantages, amassing our comforts for the sole benefit of our families? While outside our doorstep people are desperate for food. Desperate to know their existence matters. Desperate for us to give them acceptance.”
― Jessica Dotta, Price of Privilege

“Consider the One you've never been hidden from. The One who watched you while you were yet in the womb, dreaming his plan, waiting to make you his lover. His goal for you isn't me, but him.”
― Jessica Dotta, Price of Privilege