I KEEP COMING BACK TO . . .

I remember where I was, I remember how it felt, I remember how grateful I was. And here in Atlanta, as I prepare to read the words of this fine man, this self-described “crap disciple,” talking about his faith — words of grace that continue to echo through my soul, enliven my spirit, make me laugh at myself and revel in the audacity of God’s radical love — to a new audience that has never heard them before, I remember. I remember. And I give thanks.

Heaven on Earth, we need it now. . . . Walk on. . . .
Hallelujah.
Amen.