Hard Core Evangelist

So last night me and the boys are going out with Roz and the Church Plant Team to pass out bread and do some basic first contact evangelism. As we’re getting ready to go, John accidentally closed the car door on Joe’s thumb. Right on the joint at the base of the thumb. It looked pretty grim. Lacy and Vanessa ran in and got him some ice. I drove off to take him to the hospital. He could not move his thumb, and it was twitching. The skin was broken in two places—not bad, just a little blood.

Joe was wailing til about halfway to the hospital. We got into the ER and he kept saying he felt fine. We took the ice off it, and sure enough—no swelling, no bruise, and he could move it all around, even put it in his fist, the stuff that would really hurt if it was in bad shape. He kept saying, “Let’s go, Daddy, I’m fine.” I thought he wanted to go home. No, he wanted “to go back and pass out bread with Rosario.”