I have become a Heather King groupie. It started last summer when I read perhaps her best-known work, Shirt of Flame, followed by Stripped: At the Intersection of Cancer, Culture, and Christ, my favorite book of
2017.

In March, I’ll be reading her book Redeemed. In flipping through some early pages, I found this beautiful passage: “To me, the Fall doesn’t mean I’m bad (though in one way I actually am pretty bad) and that God hates me. It means I’m broken and I need help.” Amen, Heather!