" I suspect that God is what you do, not what or who you believe in.
But people do shit things all the time, I said. There’s something wrong with us.
Perhaps. And maybe not. But when you do right, Jaxie, when you make good — well, then you are an instrument of God. Then you are joined to the divine, to the life-force, to life itself. That’s what I believe. That’s what I hope for. And it’s what I have missed.
That’s all jumblyfuck to me, I said as decent as I could.
Well, think of it this way, he said, pushing his specs back up his nose. When somebody does me a kindness, it enlarges me, adds to my life, you see? And not only mine — it adds to all life. Which is why I wanted to thank you. For coming here.
Me?
Fintan gave a sad little laugh. And I caught him looking at me goony as an emu.
What? I said.
Don’t you understand me, boy? Can’t you see it? Jaxie Clackton, you are an instrument of God. "

― Tim Winton , The Shepherd's Hut