the truth will set you free, but it will kill you first
Tuesday, April 08, 2008
I saw the priest from the Orthodox parish down the street playing football with some children in the yard beside the church. Father! Father! Over here!Father! Look at me, Father! I'm open! His unruly vestments flapped joyfully behind him as he avoided the tackles of a dozen small hands and ran in a touchdown. I felt the laughter of Jesus resounding through the city, bouncing off the hospital, down the streets of the housing projects, across the Interstate, into the heart of God.