"A friend of mine told me it would be risky to write about Jesus. I’ll risk it. I wonder if Jesus knows what’s happening on earth these days. Don’t bother coming around, Jesus.
Jesus, gold and silver-standing naked in a roomful of modern men. What nerve. Jesus, gold and silver-you have no boots on, and you have no helmet or gun-no briefcase. Powerful Jesus gold and silver with young, thousand-year-old eyes. You look around and you know you must have failed somewhere.
Because here we are, waiting on the eve of destruction with all the odds against any of us living to see the sun rise one day soon.
You, Dear Reader,
You are Amazing Grace.
You are a Precious Jewel.
Only you and I can help the sun rise each morning. If we don’t it may drench itself in sorrow. You-special, miraculous, unrepeatable, fragile, fearful, tender, lost, sparkling ruby emerald jewel, rainbow splendor person. It’s up to you.
Would it embarrass you very much if I were to tell you… that I love you?”