So, I picked three of my favorite dead guys: Edgar Allen Poe, Martin Luther, and J.S. Bach.
I love Poe for his morbidness and unhealthy fascination in the macabre.(I remember acting out a scene from The Tell-Tale Heart in a high school Lit class. We used a ketchup bottle for blood spurting effect and ruined my friend's uber-expensive Guess jeans).
I love J.S. Bach for the beauty, grace, and narrative that flows through his music and awakens his listeners to the highest standard of musical excellence.
And finally, I love Luther for his self-loathing, tormented conscience that led him to a magnificent understanding of God's unconditional love and fatherly grace on wretched,miserable, unworthy sinners such as myself.
Soli Deio Gloria.


