Barrow Fields Vedrai, vedrai!

bartholomew had met plenty of men such as this ones.

the ones who only believed when their times came. the ones who believed only when things did not go their way.

how they cried and begged on death beds or failed marriages for forgiveness, for their unearned kingdom. each time he saw it, it did not get easier to handle. somehow they were the hardest for him.

far from here, he supplied lowly, gaze not once wavering from the haggard man.

if you have heard His word and turned your back to Him, shall you turn your back to me too? cast me from your presence and mark me down as another priest?