My friend Eric and I have known each other for a couple decades. Eric is a large human being, measuring in at around 6’7” and 250 pounds. Even as one of the younger guys in our social circle, Eric was always bigger than the rest of us. Of course, as teenagers, that didn’t stop our group of friends from regularly banning together and pinning him to the ground, forcefully lifting his shirt and using a sharpie to mark as much of his upper body as possible. He would squirm and giggle as we wrote messages like “Stacy Murphy was here” (his 9th grade crush). We doodled little sketches onto his torso in the permanent ink, or sometimes labeled his fat rolls, which he affectionately referred to as “Bubba” and “Little Bubba”. I know that sounds like we were bullies and were traumatizing our pal, but it was all in good fun and I’m pretty sure he liked the attention.

On a wall in my office hangs an abnormally large whiteboard. My whiteboard is essential to the sermon writing process, which in large part,...

If you don’t know this about me yet, I’m a pretty big Counting Crows fan. As a matter of fact, when my son, Asher, was born I may or may not have tried to name him Duritz, after the band’s front man. That idea was not well received (and probably for good reason, haha).

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