oooooooooooooooooooof. see now that is the kind of writing you feel in your gut.
2nd time around: I am so thankful for his writing. It feels like a friend to me.
“Perplexity is my metronome, but I praise you, God.”
“From every Dust Bowl of my life, I am gonna eat that frickin Eucharist meal, and I’m gonna sing, not as a man going through motions but as one who can actually feel his own belovedness.”
“My understanding of him has grown dimmer, but my love for him has grown brighter.”
“So we are going down into the unbalanced, unreasonable life of praise, where God is God, and where the empirical desire of his non-existence becomes the paradox of our doxology: God has been so good to us all.”