On one particular Sunday just before he died, Ken was very weak, he had had a stroke and his face was more lopsided than ever. But he came to church and during the prayers of the people, he spoke joyously of his life and decline, of grace and redemption, of how safe and happy he felt nonetheless. And Ken, who had not the strength to stand, sat and sang anyway, with the hymnal in his lap. She held him next to her, draped over and against her like a child while they sang. And it pierced me.
Salvation is an experience first and a doctrine second.
It is loving God and getting lost in that love so deeply that in it you are found, and in it we find one another. Strive, then to enter through the narrow door, for many, I tell you, will try and will not be able.