Lately, I’ve been blessed to be able to maintain several friendships with some really solid Godly men and women. One of those men is Mike, who I affectionately call “the black brother I never had.” Every now and then we’ll get together and celebrate the common grace that is Pei Wei and talk about life, Theology, and gospel implications on ministry models and life in general. Inevitably, during these modern day communion meals (yes, Pei Wei is that good), our conversation will typically focus on either one of us, with some smaller parts on the other. And, now that I think about it, it always seems to be about the other person the next time we get together. During one of these conversations, I told Mike about a decision I made, and he asked me a question in response to what I told him. The caveat, here, was that he said that whatever answer I gave him, he was going to have to say “harsh friend words” to me. It was about then that I felt that “oh, crap” feeling begin to form in my gut.
