Those leaning left find it pitiable I still cling to the old rugged cross, while those in the right are unnerved when they read my give-a-shit is broke. But I do, and it is. I’ve read John of the Cross and John Piper – found them separate but equally pale. Yet I am seized with a great affection when Johnny Cash aches of disappearing dreams and Sunday morning comin’ down. Aren’t you lonely there in the middle, straddling the fence? Isn’t it hard with a boot in both worlds? Yes, I am, and it is. But I insist on color.