I am a land broker in southern California. On the weekends, when not in church, I am often seen wearing silly socks while blowing a whistle at small children while they coordinate attacks to score a goal. I believe in nine of the Ten Commandments. On Thursdays, I debate with people half my age who are twice as smart as I am about infinity and eternity. I have less hair than I would prefer. I am married to a fair Spanish lady and my children are a bunch of dirty Mexicans whom I love dearly. I am an expert picture framer, dog groomer and theologian. I have been chased by elephants in Africa, mountain lions in Orange County and generally everywhere else by the IRS. God loves me. I have spread the gospel in Peru, been a medical assistant in Haiti, a construction worker in Mexico and, for a brief time, manufactured chairs out of genuine GM parts and vaccu-formed, chromed plastic that looked just like 57 Chevys. I have more doubts about myself than ever before and worry too much about the future but I still love my mommy.