Easter and Story
I’ve done Easter a few different ways. One year spent it in a cabin set in the Blue Ridge mountains with good friends. In 2016 I was in a wonderful church full of fantastic people in Costa Rica. On my Race I was in Nepal, where I worshipped alongside Nepali people high in the mountains in the Tibet region. I also gave a word to the church… all while having a giant rip in the crotch of my pants. One of the young children was kind enough to point it out. Basically the rest of my life has been spent doing Easter in Mississippi in my local church with my family. This year I did something a little different. I decided to get in my truck (named Ivan, to those who have not met him) and drive into the mountains. I wanted to spend this Easter having some quality time with the Father Himself. So away I drove. Into a part of North Georgia I’m well acquainted with. I quickly noticed that I wasn’t alone. Everyone and their mother seemed to be thinking the same thing. Though, I can’