Jordan Dennis

“I ponder these questions by taking seriously this ancient, ambiguous, and diverse Bible we have as well as honoring my humanity—my experiences, my reasoning, when and where I was born—and I try to get all these factors to talk to each other. That may ring a bell with some of you. I am echoing the so-called Wesleyan Quadrilateral. We are always processing God and faith not from a high place, but from the vantage point of our inescapable humanity—our reason, experience, tradition, and scripture. (The Episcopal Three-Legged Stool is similar, but it combines reason and experience.)”
― Peter Enns, How the Bible Actually Works: In Which I Explain How An Ancient, Ambiguous, and Diverse Book Leads Us to Wisdom Rather Than Answers—and Why That’s Great News

“I don't know what justice is," she said.

"That's because it isn't the sort of thing you discover. It's a thing you make." She looked at him, and he shrugged. "There are things you find out in the world. Rocks and streams and trees. And there are things you make. Like a house, or a song. It's not that houses and songs aren't real, but you don't just find them in a field someplace and haul them back home with you. They have to be worked at. Made.”
― Daniel Abraham, The Spider's War

“Manhood isn’t an on-off switch. That’s what nobody tells you. It’s more like a river . . . you jump in too fast and you’ll get swept away. It’s perfectly acceptable to start by wading ankle-deep along the bank as you observe how the others who have come before you have learned to brave its currents. But right now, all you need is the courage to take that first step.”
― Nicky Drayden, The Prey of Gods

“As they passed the bandstand, they saw a few words chalked onto the back wall that they hadn’t noticed before: GET RID OF IMBECILES. Alice snorted, and shook her head. “I’ll tell the constable. We’ll soon have it gone.” Seeing the scrawled words darkened Kim’s thoughts. It was a poison. A slow drip of a concoction—part hate, part fear—and one that could sicken Uxley. And the enmity could spread. It was spreading, she feared. Words on a bandstand in a park. She worried what it could become.”
― Kay Kenyon, At the Table of Wolves