I ran into Randy Riggs last week.
It’s been a few years since I’ve seen him, and every time I do he oozes God.
The rest of this column is a rerun of what I wrote about my first encounter with him in October 2000:
I don’t know Randy Riggs well, but I love him with all my heart. That’s because God used him to whack me over the head when I needed whacking.
Sometimes God does that.
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