Together we ride. It's time. Rainstorms, floppy windshield wipers, traffic horns, wrong turns, and friendly chatter. Can you feel it? Quickly, into the Smoothie King Center - duck and cover from the gusty wind and cold rain. Feel the excitement. Long lines, money shuffling, chaotic crowds, and pleasant laughter. We hurry to find good seats. Feel the fellowship. Bodies collide and separate - sorry, excuse me - sorting the confusion into order. Each lays tacit claim to their place in the mass. Press in. The concert kicks off with flashing lights, loud rhythmic voices, ecstatic music, and cheers. Togetherness. Young and old artists sing their hearts out, one after another. Rap, country, rock, pop, bluegrass, techno, alternative - in unison we scream, clap, sing, head bang, jump, sway, cry, laugh, and raise our hands. Worship. Pounding music engages every ethnicity, culture, musical genre, and heart under Christ. For a long moment, we are one spirit of complete surrender. Church.
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The Walk
PoetryThe Walk attempts to look at different aspects of my very present experience (and my relationship to God) through the lens of poetry. So far there are 4 parts: "Hearsay," "Words on the Wind," "Winter Jam 2016," and "For the Dying Man." Each one is c...
