Kelly and I were on our way to Rock Hill to visit her family for Christmas. For those who have never traveled with yours truly… let me fill you in… I have to stop very frequently. I have been told on many occasions that I am worse than a pregnant woman. well, we hit up our first stop on our journey. As I waited for Kelly, a guy came up and started conversation. We shared our final destinations and plans for Christmas, he finished his cigarette, we shook hands and parted ways. Later, I scratched my nose and realized my hand smelled like cigarette smoke. All of this to say that if we are going to reach the lost, we have to go to hell and back, and carry em’ out! And that will leave us smelling like smoke!

Jesus was a friend of sinners. Matthew 11:19