Can I love John Wayne Gacy? Can I love Michael Ross? Can I love the proprietors of those countless dark buildings?
Can I cry not just for their victims but also for their bondage? Can I pray for their souls? Can I believe they ought to have a second chance?
Forgive, forgive, forgive.
How can we stand to live before You, abominations in Your sight?
This world is grease and grime and ash and muck. And I can hardly stand the filth I'm a part of.
God, have mercy.
We miss you, Jesus, we just want you to return. We are lovesick, Jesus. We want you to come home. The Spirit and the Bride say come . . .