There is Grace for you

How much are you willing to do for it?

There was a man lying on the floor of his cell in Eastern Yugoslavia. The ceiling of the room had a crack across it in the shape of a cross.

He was lying there, unattended for a third day. Hungry and ravished with thirst.

Yesterday he had looked at the bones in his forearms while the sun shone through the tiny portal like a diluted flashlight beam. He was…