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125 pages, Kindle Edition
First published July 17, 2014





Without expectation, love had found him.
Love does not make cowards.
It creates heroes.
You don't need someone to sell you fables of spirits in burning bushes or talking snakes. You don't have to accept the impossible idea of someone walking on water, changing water into wine, or doing a magic act with a couple of fish to feed a whole bunch of people. You don't have to believe in a God you're told is good but becomes a mass murderer on a whim. A god that rapes another man's wife to have a son. Who plans a murder in advance just to forgive man's perceived sins.
I didn't wake up wanting to believe in magic or miracles. I realized I saw real magic every day.
There's always something to be done. That's what the idea of sacrifice is all about. The struggle to save what you believe in against all the dangers and risks. Without that willingness to fight and sacrifice at our core, who the hell are we anyway?
"All those millions of stars and planets and it only takes three to make something important. The Sun, the Moon, and the Earth. And here we are. Life."





















The pastors watched him like he was a dangerous pariah. He heard their whispers behind his back. They’d nicknamed him “Pretty Boy” and said it like it was a curse word. Like he was less masculine than they were. There was no mistaking the snide tone in their voices, or the sneers on their faces. They made him an outcast. He had no explanation for the way they acted toward him. He’d never been a rebel, been in any trouble that would make others assume he was a bad influence.


“They're like big dogs,” Caleb said. “Gentle and loving and they get attached to people very easily. This one is Perseus. I belong to him.”

“Love is like that. It’s a real thing. It isn’t governed by laws that men make up because they believe in something that isn’t real. You suddenly feel it. It comes upon you like an ocean wave and pulls you along in its tide. As natural as can be. It’s not a choice. It’s not a figment of imagination. It’s no different than a honeybee on a flower doing what it’s supposed to do.”
“Apparently God frowns on independent thought,” Caleb explained “Or, at least, God’s self-ordained spokesmen do.”
He was shooting repeatedly into Caleb’s warm center. His thought process evaporated bit by bit with each ejection of his essence into the velvet furnace.



Proverbs 13:24
........He who spareth the rod, hateth the son. But he that Loveth him corrected him. Thou shalt beat him with a rod, and deliver his soul from Hell"


But what was constant in the history of mankind was that love found a way ... He would find a way. They would find a way. Because love had found a way to them.
Love does not make cowards. It creates heroes.




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“Men have sacrificed so much for their beliefs. Country. Kings. Queens. Political systems. God. Love . It doesn’t seem very noble to simply let something you believe in, someone you love, just walk away. To give up without a fight.”

"Love does not make cowards. It creates heroes."

"You belong here.”
“I know.”
