I’ve always been bad at record keeping. I easily lose track of all kinds of things—people’s birthdays, upcoming bills, items on the grocery list, and (relevant today) how many hours I’ve spent missing Rich Mullins. I know that it’s somewhere in the neighborhood of “most of my adult life”. Which, now that I think about it, may not amount to super many hours after all. In any case.
And I wasn’t even meaning to talk about Rich Mullins. But listening to Steve Bell’s music tends to make me think of him. Today I discovered “Peace Prayer”.
That thing where you stop and stare up at the sky and think how strange and short this life is and suddenly the next life doesn’t seem so far away.
Originally written August 2, 2024
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