I landed in Corpus Cristi and a guy named Stewart picked me up in his Texas-sized; truck. It was late and I was really hungry. We grabbed some BBQ and drove over to his church where he is a youth minister. We sat down in the empty lunchroom and prayed over our food.

Soon we were deep into conversation about “The Passion”. I’ve not talked to one person who saw the same movie I did. Everyone was moved by something different. I was fascinated by Christ’s humanity and masculinity. Stewart was intrigued by Mary’s love for her son. Long after our plates were clean, we kept talking and listening…all alone in a dark lunchroom.

“The Passion” came out over a week ago, and it’s made a difference. The human heart is pretty stubborn, and we block out God. But this movie seems to be softening our hearts again.

Just after 9/11, there was a notable difference when I gave talks. I didn’t have to peel back so many layers before people would give me a chance. They were ready, willing, and listening. Months passed by, and we got comfortable and spoiled again.

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I am on the eighth floor, nestled beneath a cheap hotel blanket. I am tired. There are a dozen porn movies waiting for me on the TV at the foot of my bed. Too many nights I lie here for hours, wrestling with push-button evil.

But I am not taunted tonight. All I can think about is the love of God.

Thank you.