Walk Away Walk Away


Every time I hear the word follow, every single time, I think of my 16 year old self, getting ready for Club, and then I think about Bono. Yeah, that Bono; the dude with the shades from U2. I hear him making his fervent pronouncement, “I will…follow!” at the end of the song of the same name.

Who’d have thought Bono would be a sort of John the Baptist for me, making the way for Jesus in my heart? It was U2 and the noblesse oblige of some suburban mothers who taught me that follow wasn’t a four letter word. That following Him didn’t have to take my (very high) cool factor to the basement.

Read the rest of my post for Provoketive Magazine here. And tell me, what does Follow mean to you?

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