My friend Josh Pease (handsome bloke pictured above) is the local director of the organization that we run. He and I go way back. We’ve laughed, fought, and cried together over the years and I can’t say that about too many friendships.

When I met Josh, he was fresh off a stint in Nicaragua. He was young and idealistic. He wore a hat that said, “Rebel”, because he kind of is one. He had dropped out of seminary undergrad after three years because he didn’t want to talk about...