"No, it's not and easy thing to change," he agreed. John was beginning to develop his own respect for the angel.

He looked down at his hands, surprised. "I.. no. I wasn't exactly what you would call a man of deep faith before Mary had been killed. After that, I lost what little faith I had. I knew there was a Hell, and I knew there were demons. But Heaven?" he shook his head. "It was too far away, too removed while I was trying desperately to keep my family together and keep my sons safe."