comin’ back home to who you are, evangelical?
Evangelical, what’s in a name? It’s funny how you get these names. I don’t recall signing up to be an evangelical. It just happened. Well, not quite. I was a Jesus freak. But you can’t escape history, especially not with a religion whose founder was God coming into history and wearing it like a tool apron. Who would want to take off what he put on? So you find yourself or that community of people that you’re part of, I don’t know, slowing down just long enough to let history catch up with you.
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