“I want that kind, humble black or perhaps brown man. Where has He been these 2,000 years? If I wipe off the plaster and paint of our statues will he be there underneath?”
“But I wonder if Hagar had nightmares. Nightmares of being forced to lie with her master. Nightmares of death by heat exposure and thirst even after finding her new life in Paran. I wonder if Ishmael remembered the little brother he played with, who ended up with all the love of the father who loved Ishmael less. I wonder if the pain, the humiliation, the loss, the separation, the bitterness stayed with them.”