Sometimes I wonder if it was all our fault.
And we made shirts.
WITH. HIS. FACE. ON. THEM.
I still get a little sick to my stomach when I think about it.
Soon thereafter, he announced a sabbatical, went all Francis Chan on us and disappeared off the face of the earth.
And I can’t help but wonder if our mad screenprinting skills made this humble, simple preacherman run far, far away.
Anyway, he’s BACK!
And I’m about as happy as my husband in this picture.
Because I adore him. But not more than Jesus. Promise.