It is rare to find a man who knows what he believes in -- rarer still to find a man who knows why he believes it. But rarest of all is the man who not only knows the what and why, but has anchored both to such eternal principles that he cannot be moved or shaken. Not for wealth or world, not for home or country, not for friends or family -- not even for the breath of life itself. Though his heart be rent in two by the pleas of loved ones or his body by the sword of the executioner, he remains steadfast. Such men cease to be called mere men. We call them saints. Blazing shadows of the divine, for a likeness of God's character can be nothing less than brilliant, mere shadow though it be. It is infused with a power that is undeniable for it comes from One whose power cannot be denied. It pierces to the very centers of heart and mind and stirs the ashes of the soul to smolder with desire. If only this desire would burst into flame to forge such inner strength. Maybe we could all be saints.
  ¶ 11:13 PM