It is weird to miss someone you never met. Rich Mullins died twelve years ago this past week. He was a musician, poet, writer, and modern-day Franciscan. Through his music he touched and inspired thousands (millions?) allowed many of us to feel like we knew a man that we never even spent time with or spoke to. If you are not familiar with him, take some time to listen to his music, read some of his articles, or read through his biography.
Here are some things he wrote/sing/said-
"There's a wideness in God's mercy
I cannot find in my own
And He keeps His fire burning
To melt this heart of stone
Keeps me aching with a yearning
Keeps me glad to have been caught
In the reckless raging fury
That they call the love of God"
"Nobody tells you when you get born here
How much you'll come to love it
And how you'll never belong here
So I call you my country
And I'll be lonely for my home
And I wish that I could take you there with me"
"But when I leave I want to go out like Elijah
With a whirlwind to fuel my chariot of fire
And when I look back on the stars
Well, It'll be like a candlelight in Central Park
And it won't break my heart to say goodbye"
"I had a prof one time... He said, 'Class, you will forget almost everything I will teach you in here, so please remember this: that God spoke to Balaam through his ass, and He has been speaking through asses ever since. So, if God should choose to speak through you, you need not think too highly of yourself. And, if on meeting someone, right away you recognize what they are, listen to them anyway'."