We must never rest until everything in us worships God. A.W. Tozer Picture this. A new and upcoming artist was playing his new album at a small club in Atlanta. This club was old, very old. The walls probably would make a black light explode, the bathroom, wow, it belonged in a science experiment. When you danced, the floors felt wobbly, the room was so dark that you couldn’t see your hand in front of your face. The bass was... Read more