Chapter 8 - (VERSO)
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at all. That’s why I’m skeered of him. No, no, He’s a God of wrath and justice and punishment. Love! There ain’t no such thing as love! I’ve never found it on earth, and I don’t believe it’s to be found in God.”
“Naomi, God loves us like a father.”
“Like my father?” Naomi’s shrill laughter, pealing through the still room, was hideous to hear. The
The old minister shuddered.
“No—no! As a kind, tender, all-wise father, Naomi—as you would have loved your little child if it had lived.”
TEXT ANNOTATION
From "Each in His Own Tongue."