 In my prayers, certain phrases from the Gospels occurred to me over and over. They were among the few that still managed to catch my exhausted attention. You will be hated by all for my namesake. From the Gospel of St. Luke. Or, I have not come to bring peace, but a sword. From the Gospel of St. Matthew. Paradoxically, these terrible statements helped me to hold on. They gave me comfort. For me, they were the sign that I was not on the wrong track.