“… I went back to the stories people wrote about Him. It was mostly crazy stories written by people who called themselves Matthew, Mark, Luke and John … just stories, nothing you could rely on are they! We will never know. All this made me see a different side to Him and I didn’t like it much. Utter unkind words… — Elizabeth Tebby Germaine Copy Share
“There is no father,’ he said eventually, ‘And I believe you’re running away from something. You’re a lovely woman trying to hold… — Elizabeth Tebby Germaine Copy Share Image
“Was there something … something evil …getting at Hugo? This bizarre and unwelcome thought surfaced in his mind. Were demons and evil… — Elizabeth Tebby Germaine Copy Share Image
“There follows a description of one lorry collapsing into the river. … While the energetic and able Burmese drivers and their assistants were busy clearing away the debris I walked up to the village to seek the help of the Akyiwa and his villagers … …there was no going back. All worked cheerfully and with a will, Chinese, Indian, Kachin… — Elizabeth Tebby Germaine Copy Share
“Ask if you would like to,’ he said, smiling, ‘Or if you prefer, we could just sit.’ ‘But I guess you’re not just sitting.’ He smiled again. ‘No.’ ‘So … are you praying?’ ‘Yes. I try and pray a lot.’ ‘Can I pray?’ ‘Yes. Of course.’ ‘I think … maybe …’ ‘Yes?’ ‘You are praying that I might be able… — Elizabeth Tebby Germaine Copy Share
“… I went back to the stories people wrote about Him. It was mostly crazy stories written by people who called themselves Matthew, Mark, Luke and John … just stories, nothing you could rely on are they! We will never know. All this made me see a different side to Him and I didn’t like it much. Utter unkind words… — Elizabeth Tebby Germaine Copy Share
“Alisha was now sitting in a shabby armchair with her face buried in a tissue. ‘It’s when someone is kind,’ she whispered, ‘You can… — Elizabeth Tebby Germaine Copy Share Image
“… Exhausting climbs lay ahead. It was Sunday … May 17th … The path seemed to climb from dawn till dusk, the rain poured… — Elizabeth Tebby Germaine Copy Share Image
“Hi Hazel Well here I am in the office and it’s dead quiet. What I’ll do is email pics of some of the stuff… — Elizabeth Tebby Germaine Copy Share Image
“There is no father,’ he said eventually, ‘And I believe you’re running away from something. You’re a lovely woman trying to hold it all… — Elizabeth Tebby Germaine Copy Share Image
“Was there something … something evil …getting at Hugo? This bizarre and unwelcome thought surfaced in his mind. Were demons and evil spirits only… — Elizabeth Tebby Germaine Copy Share Image
