You told me the gospel is what truly matters as you spoke and the 5000 listened but you've given us no loaves and fish. We are famished on the gospel you preach because this gospel builds wells in Africa and feeds orphans but it's rude to the lady who works at the falafel stand, while you’re waiting on your spanokopita and greek fries, leaning on the counter with your world-changing friends. And you don't leave a tip in the little jar and you don't look her in the eyes when she takes your …
a student of grace, seeking wonder, becoming fluent in the language of hope
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