I'm still looking for the words. Not finding them. What do you say when your life is completely changed? When all that seemed so worth pursuing and gaining now seems worthless and ugly? And all that seemed alien and for "someone else" now seems the most beautiful way? How do you explain that you went somewhere to be the hands and feet of Jesus to the hurting and realized that YOU were really the hurting one and Jesus wrapped his beautiful, dirty/homeless/broken/addicted/scared/angry/schizophrenic arms around you so tightly that you could scarcely breathe and whispered peace and love and joy in your ear? And you FINALLY understood what it means to be the body of Christ?GKK has changed my life. It's where my heart has found a home. It's where I met Dave. And Mark. And Greta. And Mary Edna. Regina and Jack. Heather. Freddie and Van. Matt. Danny. Eric. Liz. Chico. Cheyanne. Annie. LT. Mike. Beth. Josh. Kevin. Greg. Vicki. Phil. Mr. Bill. Mrs. Hue. Gabe. Uncle Larry. Nash. Ralph. Mary. Jeff. Thurman. Miss Rose. Sammy. Melvin. Ryan. Lezlie. Melea.
Many churches, one God. Many hands, one body. Many hearts...one home.
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