THERE WAS A MOMENT, a few months ago driving somewhere between Portland, Oregon and the coast at Haystack, when Rich Mullins was playing and the fields were green and the sky was a battle of blue and white and I felt it, that immense sense of a God not tied to any land, present there even as He was present in all places, making the land passing by my rental car some kind of holy.

I’m flying out to Denver to see dear friends for a few days.  And while I’m excited to see my friends, I am also eager to see a part of the country I have not yet.  And as I do, I’m pretty sure this song from this musician will be going through my head and my heart: “Here in America” by Rich Mullins from A Liturgy, A Legacy, and a Ragamuffin Band.