Today would have been Rich Mullin's 57th birthday (and, oddly enough, Keith Green's 55th). Rich was a man who ran after God, come what may. This, of course, made him dangerous, and a poet of great depth. And sure enough, his life bore the scars of a race run well. He died "with a whirlwind to fuel my chariot of fire" like Elijah, just as he wanted, in September of 1997.
Another blogger remembers Rich Mullins, and shares some incredible quotes from an incredible man of God.
