“The thought of life in heaven is nice, but can you help me with life today?”
“You speak of Christmas and Easter, but can you tell me what to do with those months in between?”
“Where does all of that intersect with all of this?” he persists, motioning towards his tattered jeans and a worn backpack that contained, with room to spare, all of his life’s possessions.
“Is the purpose of Christianity only about being able to go to heaven when we die?”
I understood. And thus began the real conversation.
