I love Steve Ray

A good man, a good friend, and the salt of the earth. The man is fearless. There aren’t many people I can confidently say would go to their tortured death shouting the Creed and praying for his murderers (and certainly not me, who you will probably find curled in a fetal position). But Steve Ray is somebody I think would meet his death for the Christ like St. Paul.

Here he is talking straight talk:

I remember last time he was in town, we went over to take a walk on Edmonds Beach. He told me about some kid he was sponsoring for Confirmation. Steve went out and rented a full Roman centurion costume, waited for an opportune moment, and sprang out of the darkness at the kid, brandishing a sword and shouting, “SO! YOU SAY YOU ARE A FOLLOWER OF JESUS CHRIST! IF SO, ARE YOU WILLING TO FOLLOW HIM ALL THE DAYS OF YOUR LIFE? ARE WILLING TO LIVE EACH DAY FOR HIM AND, IF NECESSARY, DIE FOR HIM AS HE DID FOR YOU? EVEN IF IT MEANS DEATH ON A CROSS????”

I bet the kid had something to say when they got to that “What does Confirmation mean to me?” part of the prep.

I love that guy.


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