Now I’m able to find something good in them all: in the over-the-top excessive prosperity preachers and the smug theologians and the pot-stirring elitists and the overly passionate kids in the stadium light shows and the disillusioned, bitter cynics. Because here is the truth: I’m all of those things too. Someday I’ll add the woman I am now, the theology I practice, the words I write so earnestly to that list. I know I will. There’s room for all of us. There’s room for all of me.
Al of us
