“Lord, we flail. Forgive the lies we tell from purple thrones on TBN. Forgive the lies we tell in shrines. Forgive our every attempt at self-redemption, the holy efforts we call our own, all the clawing we call resurrection. Bury us. Take us to helpless dust. Make us all Lazarus.”
– N.D. Wilson, Death by Living (p. 125)
THE INK SLINGER 
SO awesome.