“The standing fields [ready to harvest]were the legions who hadn't filled their God-vacuum with the One who was born to fill it; the standing fields were those who waited for someone to reach out and speak the truth, and tell them how they might be saved.”

“He eyed in the far corner of the room the carton of books they'd schlepped across the pond(ocean) They were both fearful of being stuck without a decent book, and who knew they would find everything from Virgil to Synge on the shelves of a fishing lodge?”

“I believe that's when God first started speaking to my heart--the very day I started speaking to His!”

“He was praying the Psalms, as he'd done in times past, with the enemies of King David translated into his own enemies of fear and remorse and self-loathing, which, in their legions, had become as armies of darkness.”

“Sorrow and joy, he thought, so inextricably entwined that he could scarcely tell where one left off and the other began.”

“Lord, make me a blessing to someone today.”

“He liked being in a place where everything from forgetfulness to homicide might be blamed on the heat.”