There was no room in God's army for the coward heart, no crown awaiting him who put mother or father, sister or brother, sweetheart or friend above God's will. Let the church cry amen to this!

And love will simply have no choice but to go into battle with space and time, and furthermore, to win.

Perhaps home is not a place but simply an irrevocable condition.

Yet I also suspected that what I was seeing was but a part of the truth and perhaps not even the most important part; beneath these faces, these clothes, accents, rudenesses, was power and sorrow, both unadmitted, unrealized, the power of inventors, the sorrow of the disconnected.

My friend was about to introduce me when she looked at me and smiled and said, "Whose little boy are you?"

When the white man came to Africa, the white man had the Bible and the African had the land, but now it is the white man who is being, reluctantly and bloodily, separated from the land, and the African who is still attempting to digest or to vomit up the Bible.

Allegiance, after all, has to work two ways; and one can grow weary of an allegiance which is not reciprocal.