The following story could be used as a basis to point out some of the plights we need to be delivered from.
In one story of the Holy Grail, a knight rode forth in searth of fulfillment. He came to a singing brook, deep meadows, trees plentiful with fruit. But even as he ate the fruit, it turned to dust. No feeding of the flesh could satisfy his deepest hunger.
Further on he saw a home, a lovely woman standing in its open door, her eyes innocent and kind and all her bearing gracious, an…
CSS Publishing Co., Inc., His Hands, by Jon L. Joyce