One of my favorite people these days, aside from Erika and our 2 kids, is our church custodian.
He's the same age as my dad.
Additionally, he's outrageously funny, highly inappropriate--at times, uncompromisingly committed to serving, and has a bizarre obsession with Jack van Impe.
We have very little in common--especially the finer points of theology. But somehow we've become friends.
Maybe it's because we've had more than a few meals together. Or maybe it's because I've stopped walking on his freshly waxed floors.
Perhaps it's something more superficial. Maybe it's because we don't take each other too seriously.
And in the midst of our quirky, nonsensical banter an amazing thing happens: we learn from each other.
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