Mackenzie upon being asked to choose among his own children who would be sentenced to hell.
"I can't do this.
You must.
I...will...not...do...this!
You must.
I can't. I can't. I won't! he screamed, and now the words and emotions came tumbling out.
Could I go instead?
Please let me go for my children, please, I would be happy to... Please, I am begging you. Please... Please..."
"Mackenzie, Mackenzie, now you sound like Jesus. You have judged well, Mackenzie. I am so proud of you."
(p. 163)
Thursday, July 9, 2009
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment