Voice in the Wind

“I don’t believe the purpose of life is to be happy. It’s to serve. It’s to be useful.”

But Hadassah answered to God, not to Rome.

had picked ordinary men, with obvious faults, and made them into something extraordinary through the indwelling of his Holy Spirit.

“Hadassah . . . oh, Hadassah . . .” He bent and kissed her.

I—”
“You should laugh more often,”

None, Hadassah knew, not from the viewpoint of whether it would defile her. It wasn’t what she put in her mouth that would defile her, but what proceeded from her mouth, be the words unkind, slanderous, gossipful, boastful or blasphemous. Yet, she couldn’t eat of this food because Enoch, who still lived beneath the Jewish law, abhorred it.

Jesus forgave the thief, but he didn’t take him down off the cross.

God’s power could overcome anything.

“Unless we have something worth dying for, Atretes, we’ve nothing worth living for.”

God was all-seeing, all-powerful, all-present, and her father had always assured her that all things worked toward God’s good purpose.