I was walking along a busy highway with a secular scientist friend. We were on our way to pick up more beans or ice cream or whatever essential was missing that evening.
We were listening to Cory Asbury’s “Reckless Love” that was quite ghetto-ly getting blasted from her phone as we walked.
Secular scientist, yes.
K-Love, also yes.
How to make sense of it all?
What can I do but walk alongside and enjoy the ride?
I’m not the missionary I thought I would be.
I didn’t get buried in Africa, no matter how I tried.
I just got the snot kicked out of me instead.
I may have punched myself in the face on a few occasions, what with all the external-internal confusion.
I lay in dust life’s glory dead,
And from the ground there blossoms red
Life that shall endless be.
– La Gazelle