For the boys’ birthdays, we took the family for a trip to the Great Wolf Lodge. Piled in the hotel room, I couldn’t find my razor.
Once we returned, I decided that when I preached the following week, I was going to do a monologue from Job’s perspective. To do such, you need a good beard just in case you decide to rip some of it out.
After the message, it was too gruff for a 5-minute shave. It would take longer, so I kept it, until…
My son, Eli, said, “Dad, kissing you is too risky right now with your beard.”
And with that, I am clean shaven again.
How could you resist that precious face?