We don’t know why Hampton chose this. He left no diaries. Just the throne and a notebook filled with scribbles.
Was he a prophet? A schizophrenic? A genius? Probably all three. That’s why it’s fun to wonder.
So next time you see a pile of junk, think of James. He saw a throne. You might be missing out on your own Third Heaven.
Go look it up online. Or visit D.C. Stand in front of it. You’ll feel the ping of his ridiculous, beautiful obsession. It’s infectious.
And remember: even a janitor can build a kingdom from trash. All it takes is tinfoil, faith, and a really good idea.
