There comes a point when a dream becomes reality and reality becomes a dream.

There comes a point when a dream becomes reality and reality becomes a dream.

But I was sure of one thing. If God were a father, with children, that cleanliness I had been feeling wasn't God.

If you get old fashioned enough, you'll always be in style.

I couldn't get that same feeling during the day, with my hands in dirty dish water and the hard sun showing up the dirtiness on the roof tops. And after a time, even at night, the feeling of God didn't last.

I went to Sunday School and liked the stories about Christ and the Christmas star. They were beautiful. They made you warm and happy to think about. But I didn't believe them.

That satisfied me until I began to figure that if God loved all his children equally, why did he bother about my red hat and let other people lose their fathers and mothers for always?