Will I Meet People Like Jesus?

His tattoos were flames that licked their way up his neck to his cheekbones. I had caught sight of him only from a distance while I was preaching, a visitor I’d not yet had a chance to meet. But this morning we’d run into each other on the sidewalk, and I’d had a chance to see his artwork up close. He explained that he was in his late twenties, a grad student at the University of California–Berkeley after a number of years traveling in various bands. He’d recently been asking questions about life that he hadn’t considered for a long time, and that had led him back to church.

He said,…