25 years have taught me a few things, and none more potent than this:
The greatest gift to any man, is the faith of a child.
Just days ago I sat on the piano bench in a living room full of life, and animated conversations. I was surrounded. Surrounded by young friends 8, 10, 12 years my juniors. Thirsty for God.
I love young lives. And I try to maximize every opportunity to make them stronger.
But these lives had at least as much to teach me as I had to teach them.
I thirst. And I'm not alone.
Strange thirst; all consuming, filling to rejoicing, yet only growing stronger with time...
I thirst for Christ.
Nothing else matters.
If there is anything I intend to do with this year of my life,
it is pass on the faith of little children.