“The only thing keeping me alive is that he keeps a hefty supple of liquor on hand. But at this rate I'm going, that'll be gone by the weekend. Jesus Christ, I'm climbing walls here." His eyes fell on the cross at my neck. "Oh. Sorry. No offense to Jesus.”

“It's like living in a retirement home! Clarence is taking a nap right now, and he eats at five. It's so boring.""You've only been here for two days.""And that's been more than enough. The only thing keeping me alive is that he keeps a hefty supply of liquor on hand. But at the rate I'm going, that'll be gone by the weekend. Jesus Christ, I'm climbing the walls." His eyes fell on the cross at my neck. "Oh. Sorry. No offense to Jesus.”

“Jesus," he buried his face in my neck. "There's nothin' better in the world than hearing you say my name when I'm inside you." He slid in deeper, filling me. "I've been waiting years to be right here.”

“Jesus?" he whispered as his voice choked "I feel so lost"A hand reached out and squeezed his, and didn't let go. "I know Mack. But it's not true. I am with you and I'm not lost. I'm sorry it feels that way, but hear me clearly. You are not lost.”

“Jesus didn't just wear a cross around his neck, he carried it on his back.”

“No enthusiasm will ever stand the strain that Jesus Christ will put upon His worker, only one thing will, and that is a personal relationship to Himself which has gone through the mill of His spring-cleaning until there is only one purpose left--I am here for God to send me where He will.”