I love the movie, Luther. It just proves to me that God still uses nutcases to spread His gospel. Sometimes, when my realization that I am in no way worthy of sharing God's grace collides with the hateful words of people who feel I'm not worthy of God's love, I feel like I need to stop sharing my faith until I get my theology all straightened out. I almost believe that some days. Some days I'm really crazy - as opposed to just being a little crazy most days - and I definetly believe it.

One of the boys I work with has a mother who lives at The Taj. The Taj, for all non-Toccoans, is a motel that charges hourly rates. It is the sleaziest motel imaginable. I just wonder who will be Jesus for that boy while I "get my theology straightened out." Probably no one. I think that God will use me and my poor understanding of eschatology. I think he will use my proper understanding of grace, but even if I didn't understand that I still think he would use me.