A spray of holy water. A lacquered crucifix rose above the crowd, and Archbishop Milingo, wearing white robes embroidered with gold, walked with a small entourage of priests to the sunlit altar. He spread his long, supple hands over the faithful. Beginning as a raspy whisper, his voice deepened and widened, finding cadence and quoting Scripture. He closed his eyes, which seemed to dance beneath his lids.
Evil comes from humanity.
Evil comes from people who don't have God in them. . . . We are slaves to evil.