
I have a couple of friends. They’re not my only friends...but they’re good friends. Very good friends. We were rebellious youth pastor’s together back in the day. We have many stories that are best not shared here.
Each year when I come home to Canada we get together and do something fun. I think they’re trying to relive the wild days of our early years in ministry. It’s understandable really...they’re both senior pastors now. I live in South America...