The love story of Michael Kent and Sarah Hughes, told through the novels "Dancing Priest" and "A Light Shining"
“How do I say I love you,” Michael said, “that I’ve loved you from the first moment I saw you in Fitzhugh’s class? I want you painting in that artist space in the loft and then coming into my arms and making love with me? I suppose I just said it, didn’t I?” Sarah nodded. “So, Sarah Hughes,” he said, “if you’ll have me, I’m asking you to marry me, to join me in whatever God has in store for us.” He placed the ring box in front of her. - From Dancing Priest
Michael’s First Glimpse of Sarah
She was sitting two rows down the amphitheater-like lecture hall and four seats to his right. Soft brown hair with blond highlights, tied in a ponytail. A white starched blouse like a man’s dress shirt. Jeans. Slender almost to the point of thinness. High cheekbones. Light makeup. She’s beautiful, he thought. Who is she? I’ve never seen her before. His heart pounded. He felt his ears become hot. He looked up again. She was still there. This wasn’t his imagination. - From Dancing Priest
The archbishop of York had had enough. “What the bishop is trying to say, Michael, is that you will be assigned to St. Anselm’s Anglican Church in San Francisco.” Michael sat, outwardly composed but inwardly reeling. San Francisco? “Take the time you need to think this over,” the bishop of Norfolk said. “We know this is a surprise and not what you expected. So feel free to consider and pray about this.” “I accept it, Father Stanton,” Michael said. - From Dancing Priest
As Michael entered the dorm lobby with his bike and backpack, the housemaster stopped him. “Mr. Kent, you’ve got a visitor. She’s been waiting a good two hours.” It was Sarah Hughes. She stood, clutching a large artist portfolio. “I came to tell you how sorry I am,” she said. “I felt terrible and tried to apologize, but you were gone. I felt so badly I couldn’t sleep last night—” Tears rolled down her cheeks. "Would you like a coffee?" Michael said. - From Dancing Priest
“This young man was more than just David’s roommate, wasn’t he?” Gran said. Sarah nodded “Do you want to talk about it?” “I love him Gran. I love him and I can’t love him. He has this enormous faith in God. He’ll be ordained a minister when he returns from the Olympics and then he goes to Africa.” “Is it the religion, Sarah?” Grand said. Sarah nodded again. “I just don’t have it. It just doesn’t work for me. But it’s everything about him.” - From Dancing Priest
The cycling crash
Robbie’s left leg was mangled, and his helmet had cracked cleanly in half. Blood was pouring from his head. Michael knelt at Robbie’s side and unhooked his helmet strap. He had nothing to use for a bandage. Lord, what do I do? He’s dying in front of me! My hand, he thought, all I have is my hand. Michael cradled Robbie’s head in his arms, placed the flat of his hand against Robbie’s temple, and pressed. - From Dancing Priest
“They talked and prayed together. Archbishop Johnston was amazed that Michael seemed unaffected by his sudden and enormous fame. He’d considered the role Michael might play in revitalizing the English church, but Michael was needed elsewhere first. And tomorrow at 10 a.m. Michael would learn of his first parish posting. "It wouldn’t be what he expected.” - From Dancing Priest
“Ride like the wind, Michael,” Coach White said. “And whether you eat or drink or ride that bicycle or whatever you do, do it all for the glory of God.” Michael look at the coach in surprise. “Paul’s first epistle to the Corinthians,” he said. The coach nodded. “Chapter ten, I believe.” The flag went down, and Michael was off. -from Dancing Priest.