I'm actually completely okay with Footprints In The Sand. The only bad thing about it is the thing that's bad about any inspirational poem or verse or story or whatever: someone is going to hit you over the head with it when you're at your lowest. Because when you actually do feel abandoned, having some jackass bust this gem out makes you want to throttle them with a WWJD bracelet.
Remembering what it's like to actually have God turn His back on you is a lot more comforting for me than having my experiences marginalized by some trite quotation.
Anyway:
Does anyone else remember Phil Driscoll? Because he is a damn funky man.
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