I was 16 the first time I heard “Mr. Crowley.” He felt untouchable. Immortal. A man who drank from the shadows and laughed. But on July 23, Ozzy died. And I need to talk to you about that. Not about music. Not about controversy. Not even about Ozzy himself, really. I need to talk to you about what happens when someone dies. Read the full story from The Pathway, Missouri Baptists' news source.
