“…This whole story is very punk rock, like you’re in a van, you’re driving to the West Coast.”…“I have never in my life wanted to share the Gospel…”

“I cut my finger tip off. Not knowing this, Beverly sends me a verse that lands literally in front of my eyeballs. I read it, and the timing of it gives me a joyful giggle in the midst of pain. Emily and I have to sit in a waiting room for a long time, giving us a chance to reflect on the verse. And then I find myself becoming the joy bringer to a bunch of ER personnel on their worst collective day since Covid began.”

“If I’ve know someone for years, and claim to love them (even tell them I love them), but never share the Gospel of Jesus with them, how can I say I actually love them?”

“It was in that moment I was struck by his vulnerability. There he was standing on my porch, kids loaded into the car and ready to go, a strong former military man, hopeless, communicating his struggle, admitting his sin, and desiring a change.”