Descrizione
I begin with a confession: I'm presumptuous. Anyone who preaches and writes must be. I presume that I'm not the only one who thinks about what I think about, who is agitated by what agitates me, and thus, demands attention intentionally, to make sense of what doesn't make sense, to understand by trying to fit together the pieces of life's constantly changing puzzle.On his way out of a Sunday service, a church member commented, "You make me think"-more complaint than compliment-guilty as charged.