Here’s how I knew . . .
“Here’s how I knew I was very,
very slowly becoming a
follower
of Christ. I was willing to be seen less, not more. I began to want to
be quieter, not louder. I found myself making tiny sacrifices: fasting from
meat for a day or giving the three bucks I would have spent at Starbucks to a
homeless person. I found myself experiencing tiny moments of joy. I found
myself mysteriously, ever more deeply drawn to Confession, to Mass. More and
more I asked different questions from those the world asked. I looked for a
different kind of result.
I served a different master.”
—Excerpted from Stripped:
At the Intersection of Cancer,
Culture, and Christ by Heather King
