[qoutes from this book i'm reading: Testament by Nino Ricci. The book is historical fiction- a reaccount of the four gospels. ]

It seemed that what Yeshua taught us was that we could not divide things
into clean and unclean and what could be kept and what cast out, but must take
all as one, and see how it made us.

But there was in Yeshua that quality that made one feel there was something, still, some bit of hope, some secret he might reveal that would help make the world over. Tell me your secret, I had wanted to say to him, tell me, make me new. And even now, though I had left him, I often saw him beckoning before me as towards a doorway he would have had me pass through, from darkness to light.

It was possible, I saw, to return to the old ways, even when the truth had
been laid out before you, since what was familiar was always lying in wait to
reclaim you.

If we have no quarrel with anyone, he said, then we stand for nothing.

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