They call me Old ‘Gus.
I’ve stalked the basement of the Christian conscience for well over a millennia
now. At every major crisis I wander back up these old wooden stairs and greet
the new day with all its challenges.
It appears I’ve
been summoned again. For a year I’ll abide with you all in central Jersey—camped
close to that river they call Raritan, helping a clutch Pastors think through
their present reality.
Welcome on our
journey.
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