Building Up, Busting Chops

I grew up in a family that has a good sense of humor, and it often consisted in poking fun at each other. It was never cruel, but was clever and funny. For example, as a kid I had very few friends. When out for dinner with the family I would sometimes finish early and ask, "Can I have a quarter to call a friend on the payphone?" My dad would respond with, "Here are two, call all your friends." Even then I thought his deadpan delivery of that line was great. Today my family is much larger. My own household is large (8 of us counting my parents who live with us), our local church continues to grow, and as a part of the Acts 29 Network my family truly is huge. In all three of these family groups I experience great encouragement and authentic Christian love. To whatever degree I am spiritually healthy and strong it depends, in large part, because of my "family." I am thankful for these brothers and sisters.

And my family is still busting my chops. It's one of the ways I know I'm loved. I wasn't able to make it down to the Acts 29 Quarterly in St. Louis this week, but yesterday I received this text and photo from pastor Ryan Huguley.

"Jacob Vanhorn and I saved you a chair at the quarterly."