The first time I met him was in front of the post office on West 83rd Street. I was on the phone with my mother as I rounded the corner past the flower stand, past the Dominican bodega, and past the Hertz rental garage where cars exit at alarming speeds.
I noticed him initially because he matched the blue mailbox he was peering into, clad in an unseasonably heavy winter coat. I noticed his bald head, and then his glasses. His gloved hands deliberately delivering handwritten letters, one by one. My pulse quickened as I placed him — Timothy Keller. A name synonymous with Christian apologetics. A theological giant and New York City icon, a pillar of my own spiritual journey. The modern-day C. S. Lewis.
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