See? You don't even believe your own husband. How'd you get snow clear down your shirt?
And in the church he could pray and try to understand why the Lord didn't help him.
Thrower had firewood there, so he'd be warm. He had to get indoors, but he couldn't bear to knock on anybody's door. His shirt was already wet, and now it clung to him and froze him to the bone. "I went into his room a man of God, and came out as a doubter." Certainties that had sustained him most of his life were suddenly split through by the questions of an ignorant boy. "How can he be on top of something that ain't got no top?" Even though Thrower had rejected the question as the result of ignorance and evil, the question had nevertheless pierced his heart and penetrated to the core of his belief. It was when he stood in Alvin's room, asking the boy to confess his faith, and the boy scoffed at the mysteries of God. Only then, with his eyes sore from crying, his voice feeble and hoarse, did he realize the moment when his faith was undermined.
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