Few and far between

Jeff

Best friends are hard to come by. I remember in grade school, we used to qualify the value we placed on friends by labeling them "first best friends," "second best friends," and so forth. Then, there was the superlative "best best friend," which was a difficult level to which few ever ascended.

I suppose that Dustin could qualify as a "best best friend." We both came to faith in Jesus Christ around the same time, and it never failed that he would be struggling with a similar problem in which I had fallen at the same time. Our covenant grew out of weakness and brutal honesty. We called each other out. It felt good. It felt real.

We used to joke that our friendship competed with our girlfriends' affections. The truth was that the girls did not really even stand a chance. We started a band together. We road-tripped together. We train-hopped through Europe together. We were the best of friends. First best friends, even.

This is our tale. It is not necessarily an eloquent one, or even a great one. We haven't lived the most adventurous lives, nor the most righteous. But we have always been honest with each other and ourselves. Now, we want to be honest with the world, telling some of our favorite stories, and sharing a few life lessons we've picked up along the way.

This is the sacred tale of friendship - of two souls brought together by a desire to live a life beyond ordinary and to make the journey together. Everyone has a story. We like to refer to ours as a joint venture.