Summer of 1997 I read The Ragamuffin Gospel. It’s kind of interesting, because in the middle of reading it, our family was rattled by something fairly big, and I still remember how that changed the way I read the book.

I actually didn’t like the book that much. But there was something he said, not even a main point, that’s stuck with me. That being, no one on earth will ever completely understand you. I have no idea why but knowing that has been a tremendous encouragement to me since then. It’s not a particularly positive thing, not particularly encouraging, but for some reason, just knowing that has provided some measure of support to me.

Random.