"I could feel hot, salty tears coming down my face. I sat and cried silently... I was scrunching myself up against the wall as far as I could. All of a sudden, someone from behind us taps on the guy’s shoulder..."
"For most of my life, until yesterday, I thought that the best a Christian could do is eek by, building a series of excuses for 'Why, no, I think it’s actually ok for me to have a tattoo and still love Jesus. Please.'"
