Forty years ago, when I was trying to figure out whether God was real, I asked a strong man what I should read. The gospels, he said. I told him I’d already done that. Read them again, he said, and his eyes filled with tears. I never got over it.
“I never liked jazz . . . [until] . . . I saw a man playing the saxophone. I stood there for fifteen minutes, and he never opened his eyes. . . . Sometimes you have to watch somebody love something before you can love it yourself.” Donald Miller
“[W]here your treasure is, there your heart will be also.” Luke 12:34