BONO.. The Bible held me rapt. The words stepped off the page and followed me home. I found more than poetry in that Gothic King James script. … I’d always be first up when there was an altar call, the “come to Jesus” moment. I still am. If I was in a cafe right now and someone said, “Stand up if you’re ready to give your life to Jesus,” I’d be the first to my feet. I took Jesus with me everywhere and I still do.
U2 sang laments, crying out, “How long?” and a mournful “We could be as one.” The band was more prophet than dissident, aware that underneath a sense of injustice was a hope for restoration.
Would like to go back to those days discovering anew faith, friends and the first time heard the music of U2 , the issues we were facing, Love we had yet to meet, Plus that old bomber jacket l wore called it Gloria..
Often wondered what happened to that jacket.
Well done and gratitude to many helping others, while putting own life at risk.
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