i know a man...

I know a man who, to me, is a normal man. He possesses an incredible heart and I would love to one day acquire his passion for life. He is human to me. I have stayed at his house and eaten at his table. His wife cooked for and served me. I met his kids and spent time laughing with them as a family. We watched Jack Bauer save the world together on Fox’s 24. I am proud to call this man my friend.

I just discovered tonight that my friend is a marked man in some countries throughout the world. Certain groups of people would gladly kill him because of the threat he poses. He is not in the military, nor is he a spy. He preaches the name of Jesus; he trains and equips other pastors to do so. To those who want to exterminate him, he is dangerous. I think it is awesome. Not only because he offers Jesus to others and risks his life constantly for a kingdom to come, but because he calls me his brother and invites me into his house to serve me. I also think it is awesome that you don’t know his name, probably never will, and that he doesn’t care if you do or don’t; he lives to see another name glorified above his.

When I watch 24, I want to be Jack Bauer. But, in reality, I have eaten at the same table with the spiritual equivalent, and that is way better.