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“Don't cry, Uncle Obadiah," Matthieu-Michele said tenderly. "Just have faith, and love Him. Believe in Him, and keep preaching His Word."
"And here I thought that you were a man of science, like your Daddy Matt."
"I cannot be both?" he smiled gently, as he took my hand and led me out on the back porch. He lowered me into a chair, and seated himself beside me. "Look at the stars," he said softly. "However could I believe in the vastness and the great wonder of the universe itself, and not in He who created it? Science and Theology go hand-in-hand; they are not polar opposites. We must remember, the Holy Bible is only a guide. God isn't just a quick-fix solution for all of our problems. He isn't a pill that we pop to make everything go away. Instead, He is a shepherd, looking out for us...loving us from a great distance and calling out to us constantly...and sometimes, things get lost in the translation. We, for example, as men, will try to weave our own selfish desires and prejudices in with His. That is the greatest sin of all, the great sin of mankind. It frightens people away from His Word and His Grace. They believe that He hates them, that it’s the voice of God condemning them, rather than the blackened hearts of the misguided men who twist His words to suit their doctrine of anger and misunderstanding. Their words are straight from the evil core of mankind, who, in their foolishness, try to take on the guise of God.”
― Lioness DeWinter, Corinthians

“When I was in Heaven, sometimes I would sit at night and listen to your thoughts while you were in bed--"
"Aaaah!" I shriek, blushing. "You dirty hentai! Like the porn, do you?"
"I meant your thoughts while you're alone in bed," he replies with a wry smile. "After you're all done for the evening, and you're drifting off to sleep! Oh, Tahji--your soul is so lonely, although you'll never admit it. No," he smiles, holding up his hand as I open my mouth to protest "You cannot lie to the Son of God."
"You mean the Son of the Living Son of God."
He titters.
"Sounds like a horror movie.”
― Lioness DeWinter

“Morgan and Simone are a younger couple. Morgan, an albino with long, silver hair, is from Belfast, Northern Ireland. He's always joking around, and is very dramatic. He has been an actor and an artist's model. His husband, Simone, is very quiet. He's from Mexico, and is very artistic. We've spent countless hours together drawing, painting, and working with clay...Daddy Matt joined us one time, and sculpted a gift for Father Timothy. Father took one look at it, turned scarlet with embarrassment, and promptly hid it in their nightstand. I felt rather sorry for Dad, because he had worked so hard on it, and Father didn't proudly display it in the front room as he did with my work...

I don't know why. It looked like a perfectly good hot dog to me.

I told Father so, and he promptly sent me to my room, which was completely unfair, as I was only asking a question.”
― Lioness DeWinter, Corinthians