"The Gods of this city believe that if you can't measure it, it doesn't exist," the stranger replied. "But Grace isn't a gear, Silas. It’s the silence between the seconds."
The rain in Oakhaven didn’t just fall; it felt like a collective penance. Silas sat in the back pew of the First Reformed, a building of sharp angles and clear glass that let the grey afternoon light expose every speck of dust. The Gods of the City: Protestantism and Religio...
In this city, the "Gods" weren't idols of gold or stone. They were the invisible virtues of the Protestant pulse: Industry, Sobriety, and the Clock. "The Gods of this city believe that if