preach it, husband!

My first sight of Aric was at a homeless shelter, with mic in hand, preaching to a hungry, tired crowd of New York's down and out. I remember observing him curiously. How could this young yuppie, in his Banana Republic pants and crisp white shirt, seem so at ease up there telling homeless men that God loves them?

Recently, Aric started preaching again, as a part of his internship at our church. He's the same, poised man I encountered six year ago -- albeit more weathered and yet more comfortable in his own skin. I must say, his sermons are also more insightful and well-researched than I remember them from those cold winter nights at Bowery. That -- I credit Fuller and the California sun.