Sin and Redemption, pt. III

By the beginning of 1999 I found myself in a small pentecostal church on the back roads of Van Zandt County, Texas. The pastor at this church believed that God wanted him to hold church services every single night of that year. Somehow, I started playing the piano for these services. For the better part of six months I was in that church, on that piano bench every single night without missing a single service.

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Cleaning the Glass

Sometimes it’s hard to understand why things happen the way they do or why people behave the way they do. In truth, most of the time life seems to have no real rhyme or reason – it’s just a series of random events strung together to form an incongruos pattern on the tapestry of our lives.

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