On Sunday night I witnessed a single human being narrate and enact the whole of the Gospel of John. Word for word. Powerfully.
I could find out his name. (He was mentioned on Sunday Sequence, which is how I knew to go along to Bloomfield Presbyterian at 7pm. ) But I don't want to. I want to remember the Gospel he came to tell us. And the main thrust of Jesus' teaching which remains in my memory - the Single Command to love, to love one another, to serve each other and treat others as more important than oneself.
If I never learn another thing, I will have a lifetime's work learning to love.