I see...

You see Christ.  I see a skeptic.

You see lights and sounds, a show.  I see a small church with aged pews and mildewing seats.

You see a crowd of excited people, looking, longing.  I see a man sitting alone.  Pondering God from the perspective of a homeless wanderer.

My belief, in the midst of my disbelief, is very real.

You perform on a stage.  I sit in the real.  Tired of trying to fit in with a culture that raised, bruised and almost buried me.

You see a savior.  I see a man sitting in your church.  All too aware that my thoughts might scare some, surprise others, yet still wondering if there is ONE here who might really want to know…

…me.