
Saved by Lael Johnson and
Searching for Sunday
Saved by Lael Johnson and
‘I haven’t found my faith,’ said Dines between bites. ‘I wonder where I put it?’ ‘But isn’t this faith?’ said Thomas, tugging at the fringed stole, noting that it could do with a clean. ‘Doesn’t an attempt at faith constitute faith itself? It’s a dreadful thing to confuse faith with certainty.’