Iggie is talking about what it means to be an apostle, and it doing so, he inspires us with the life of Rich Mullins. Mullins has meant a great deal to me also, and I really identify with what Iggie is saying about Mullins way of marrying moving lyrics with a life that left no doubt about what he believed in.

Here's one of Mullins songs that I can still rarely get through without tearing up. I never heard a song that so perfectly expresses that life of a Christian - torn between two kingdoms.

Land of My Sojourn

And the coal trucks come runnin' with their bellies full of coal
And their big wheels hummin'
Down a road that lies open like the soul of the woman
Who hid the spies who were lookin' for the land of milk and honey
And this road she is a woman, she was made from a rib
Cut from the sides of these mountains
Oh these great sleeping Adams who are
Lonely even here in paradise
Lonely for somebody to kiss them
And I'll sing my song,
I'll sing my song in the land of my sojourn

And the lady in the harbor
Still holds her torch out to those huddled masses
Who are yearning for freedom that still eludes them
The immigrant's children see their brightest dreams shattered
Here on the New Jersey shoreline
In the greed and the glitter of those high-tech casinos
But some mendicants wander off into a cathedral,
They stoop in the silence and there their
Prayers are still whispered
And I'll sing their song,
I'll sing their song in the land of my sojourn

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, but I'll be lonely for my home
and I wish that I could take you there with me

And down the brown brick spine of some dirty blind alley
All those drainpipes were drippin' out the last Sons of Thunder
While off in the distance the smokestacks were belching back
This city's best answer
And the countryside was pocked with all those Mailpouch posters
Thrown up on the rotting sideboards
Of these rundown stables like the one that Christ was born in
When the old world started dying and
The new world started coming on
And I'll sing His song, and I'll sing His
Song in the land of my sojourn