By Donald MIller

"I once listened to an old Indian guide on television say that God was in the wind and the water, and I wondered at how beautiful that was because it meant you could swim in him or have him brush your face in a breeze. I am early in my story, but I believe I will stretch out into eternity, and in heaven I will look back on these early days when it seemed God was down a dirt road, walking toward me. Years ago he was a swinging speck in the distance; now he is close enough I can hear his singing. Soon I will see the lines on his face."