He hit the guardrail of the overpass at forty miles an hour. The metal sparked, screaming as The Andaroos locked into a fifty-foot grind. Sparks flew like angelic fire, trailing behind him as he rode the rail above the crashing wave of Sycophants below. They reached up with clawed, tallow hands, trying to drag him down into mediocrity.
As we skated, I couldn't help but think about the verse that had been on my mind lately: John 3:16. "For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life." It was a verse that spoke to the very heart of who I was and what I believed. skatingjesus andaroos chronicles chapter 3 316 high quality
In the broader context of Chapter 3 (verses 17–21), the "High Quality" of this message is tested by how people respond to the "Light". He hit the guardrail of the overpass at forty miles an hour
"I see them," SkatingJesus muttered, his voice a calm baritone. He adjusted his grip tape. "How’s the structural integrity, Judas?" They reached up with clawed, tallow hands, trying