Love Me Some Jesus

Hellfire and brimstone might work for some, but the Gospel of grace is what I think draws heathens near. 

I was in New Orleans with a friend, chatting into the sunrise on a Sunday morning. As we left the bar and passed churchgoers, smelling of booze and the night, I asked my friend if we should feel ashamed. “No sir,” he replied. “Jesus loves me, and I love me some Jesus.”