Pastor's Corner

Dreadlocks and I met on a quiet rural road in southern Louisiana early one morning back in March 2011. He was young and had hair to the middle of his back, in dreadlocks, so his nickname came easily. As I traveled America by bicycle that year, I loved to give folks names which reminded me of who they were. He returned the favor, calling me “Old Man!”

He and I were together about seven days and he became like a son to me. We shared honestly about our lives ~ faith, family, friends, hopes and dreams and more. One night, around the campfire, after I had finished a rather humorous, though sad, "lo...