Rich Mullins and his beautiful legacy

Hey everyone! So, you may have heard about the new independent film that recently came about that's about Rich Mullins and his life, called Ragamuffin. (Check out the movie's website, linked here!) Anyway, my sister loves Rich Mullins, even though he passed away when she was three years old. Because of the movie that was recently released, I watched a couple videos on YouTube of Rich Mullins performing and speaking. He said something that really just struck me. He said "God takes the junk of our lives and he makes the greatest art in the world out of it." It's so beautiful! I'm so far from perfect, as everyone is, and the thought that the junk in my life is being used to create something wonderful... That's so amazing! That truly is the miracle of Christianity. I think sometimes we forget that nothing we can do has ever been enough. Nothing could even compare to perfect. So in our judgments of others, we have to remember that.

There's one other quote I want to share, but it's kind of long. It seriously gave me goosebumps. I found it on goodreads.com, so I don't know where it came from exactly, but it's seriously SO BEAUTIFUL!!! I teared up... But here it is:

 "I am thinking now of old Moses sitting on a mountain - sitting with God - looking across the Jordan into the Promised Land. I am thinking of the lump in his throat, that weary ache in his heart, that nearly bitter longing sweetened by the company of God...

And then God - the great eternal God - takes Moses' thin-worn, thread-bare little body into His hands - hands into whose hollows you could pour the oceans of the world, hands whose breadth marked off the heavens - and with these enormous and enormously gentle hands, God folds Moses' pale lifeless arms across his chest for burial.

I don't know if God wept at Moses' funeral. I don't know if He cried when He killed the first of His creatures to take its skins to clothe this man's earliest ancestors. I don't know who will bury me -

...Of God, on whose breast old Moses lays his head like John the Beloved would lay his on the Christ's. And God sits there quietly with Moses - for Moses - and lets His little man cry out his last moments of life.

But I look back over the events of my life and see the hands that carried Moses to his grave lifting me out of mine. In remembering I go back to these places where God met me and I meet Him again and I lay my head on His breast, and He shows me the land beyond the Jordan and I suck into my lungs the fragrance of His breath, the power of His presence." 
— Rich Mullins

(Here's  the link to all Rich Mullins' quotes on goodreads!)