I often say—sometimes to myself, sometimes to friends, sometimes from the stage or from behind a lectern—that I do not want to reach heaven and have to ask, “Which one is Jesus?” I express my desire to know Him now. Here. So much so that I recognize Him immediately upon entering through the gates. This […]
Dust, Chapter One
Allison October 1977 When I think back on it, I realize I never received a formal proposal of marriage. Not really, anyway. He never got down on one knee, never presented me with a diamond ring sparkling above a blanket of black velvet, prisms shooting out in the moonlight. There was no sweet scent of […]