Opening paragraphs......

I once listened to an Indian on television say that God was in
the wind and the water, and I wondered at how beautiful
that was because it meant you could swim in Him, or have
Him brush your face in a breeze.  I am early in my story, but
believe I will stretch out into eternity, and in heaven I will
reflect upon these early days, these days when it seemed
God was down a dirt road, walking toward me.  Years ago
He was a swinging step in the distance; now He is close
enough I can hear His singing.  Soon I will see the lines
on His face.

-Donald Miller, Blue Like Jazz

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