“I wanted to create a different kind of preacher—someone who would be in opposition to what would be normal in a small town like that.”
Two Sundays ago, my congregation watched as pillars of smoke and flame spoiled the view of Pike’s Peak from our sanctuary windows. After that, our city—Colorado Springs—experienced mass evacuations that had people gathering a few possessions and heading into smoke-choked streets to hotels, shelters and other people’s homes. In the chaotic days that followed, I sat down to prepare a sermon. I didn’t know where it would be delivered.