On a college campus, revival didn’t begin with a stadium event, a famous speaker, or a carefully orchestrated strategy. It began quietly...with prayer.
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"We were in the dairy aisle, just about ready to check out when my phone rang. It was my sister calling to tell me there’d been a shooting at Sandy Hook, the elementary school where my mom was the principal. I didn’t know yet that she had been killed."
"Whether we want to admit it or not we’re blinded by the sparkle. We see the glitzy world social media displays, we thumb through magazines or Pinterest with a yardstick ego, and we watch Mrs. Jones even if we think we don’t."
“I know so many people feel that same sense of hopelessness that it keeps happening, but then I have to channel that frustration, that anger, but also my love, into this work that I know is going to save lives."
