this remains. like the breath, like the blood that flows through the veins, like the earth under us and the sky above, and infinitely, untestably more.
even when things fall apart, or when church happens to one, even then Christ is not far. he is actually very, very near. because church happened to him, too.
when i meet the darkside of curchianity i know that there is one who went right through it, and lived to tell the tale. and his story is mine also.
