“Don’t ever leave your house without Jesus,” I remember Didier telling me as we sat in a taxi.
He took one look at me from across the small Vancouver airport restaurant and came over like he knew me. With a handshake he introduced himself as ‘Joe.’ Turns out we had not met. Before long we were talking about life, politics, and God. It was Tuesday last week.
Joe’s ability to string together cuss words might have got him into the Guinness Book of World Records, should there ever exist such a record. Continue reading