Looking back on the end of my college days and on through my seminary days up into the time I moved to Warren, I can say that one of my college buddies is my brother, Grant.  I’m not sure I would have said that kind of thing growing up.

I mean, I could go back to the little sibling fights and him and Paul knocking my door down on my bedroom and stuff, but I won’t.

It’s his birthday today. 

I drafted Grant for a worship team I was leading during the first weeks of his college freshman year.  He didn’t want it, at first, but grew into it.  In fact, he really made the place go for the whole time he was there.  We lived in the same sorta-fraternity house for 2 years, and spent a lot of social time together, especially when I moved back to Champaign during my third year of seminary.  It was always good to have Grant around. 

So, happy birthday, Grant!