Trinity The Tuck Quotes

Paul himself spent years of his life on the road, carrying (presumably on pack animals) his tent, clothing and tools - not many scrolls, if any. He carried the Bible safely tucked away in his head, where it belongs. As an apostle, he often supported himself by plying his trade. He was busy, traveling, working with his hands, winning people for Christ, shepherding or coping with his converts, responding to questions and problems. And he was very human; he knew not only fighting without but also fears within (2 Cor 7:5). Paul the completely confident academic and systematic theologian - sitting at his desk, studying the Bible, working out a system, perfect and consistent in all its parts, unchanging over a period of thirty years, no matter how many new experiences he and his churches had - is an almost inhuman character, either a thinking machine or a fourth person of the Trinity. The real Paul knew anger, joy, depression, triumph, and anguish; he reacted, overreacted, he repented, he apologized, he flattered and cajoled, he rebuked and threatened, he argued this way and that way: he did everything he could think of in order to win some.

I tucked the white cotton dress shirt into my slacks and reached for the drawer where I’d kept my cufflinks, sweeping a pair of black diamonds into my palm. I folded the cuffs one at a time and inserted the small links. After I was fully dressed I unbound the royal blue tie, turned, and faced the mirror. I stood alone in the large closet, it was more of a room that housed my clothes, but they only filled one side. I was tall and needed to back away from the floor-length mirror to see how I looked. It was my typical dark suit, flashy, vibrant tie, and handkerchief. I finished the trinity knot, slid the dark hand stitched jacket on, and exited the bedroom expecting to see Bella

I tucked the white cotton dress shirt into my slacks and reached for the drawer where I’d kept my cufflinks, sweeping a pair of black diamonds into my palm. I folded the cuffs one at a time and inserted the small links. After I was fully dressed I unbound the royal blue tie, turned, and faced the mirror. I stood alone in the large closet, it was more of a room that housed my clothes, but they only filled one side. I was tall and needed to back away from the floor-length mirror to see how I looked. It was my typical dark suit, flashy, vibrant tie, and handkerchief. I finished the trinity knot, slid the dark hand stitched jacket on, and exited the bedroom expecting to see Bella.

Bullshit,” he snapped, and I swallowed the irrational urge to giggle that always accompanied him cussing. “You and I both know that’s not true, and that’s okay. No one in their right mind would expect you to be okay.'' But I _had_ to be okay. Didn’t he understand that? What had happened with Misha sucked donkey butt, but everything I felt surrounding that was filed and tucked away, and it was going to stay that way forever and a day. It had to be that way. I had a job to do, a duty to fulfill.