"I felt the tug on my sleeve and looked down to find him standing motionless. His mouth was moving but I couldn’t make out his words. His quiet body in the noisy room caught me off guard. I bent down to find his voice."
"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.'"
