My brother and two of his boys arrive at our home tonight. He’s in the area on a speaking tour. I can’t wait to see him. I’d do just about anything for him. It wasn’t always the case. We were fierce competitors and even combatants at times. I remember one time I really ticked him off and I knew if he had a clean shot he’d have knocked my lights out. I trapped him under my mom’s sewing machine table and had to hold him there until he ran out of steam. Close call! Thankfully those days are long gone. Now all I want to do is celebrate him, his family and his accomplishments. Brother stories. Jesus tells one that still sparks life.