There’s a story that I know, a story full and rich in its beauty. I oft times think on it and linger in the feeling that this story brings. You may wonder what story it is and why I get so choked up when I talk of it. You may think it’s just words on a page or a song sung low on an evening as the sun slowly sets. What of it that you let your tears fall freely or that in the spirit of this story you write so much poetry? I know my friend I know it seems odd that this one story controls my life and sets me on the path I have been walking e’er so long now. Yet if you would read it for yourself and taste and see, I wager too that you would find it true. Come and read this story about Jesus, the one who in perfection and love unyielding laid down his life that we would know life as it was meant to be lived. This is life, knowing and being known by the living God as revealed in this very same Jesus Christ. Consider that this may possibly be true. I have considered and I have set my hand to the plow and I walk on.