From: Kingdom Now
by David Johnson
His name was Ray. He sat in the
third row on the aisle seat of the
church I grew up in. Every Sunday,
there he was—watching, critiquing,
making sure my father said it right.
Ray’s Bible was a thing to behold.
Words underlined and circled with
arrows pointing to other words—notes
in the margin of almost every page. I
think he knew the Bible better than God.
I knew people like that. Shucks, I was turning into that guy at one time.
I love when Dave asks the question, "What's up with that?"
It makes you stop and think
that there might just be something more to following Jesus,
than making sure everyone has it right.