My full name is John William Ellis, the same name as my uncle. An uncle that I never met. Years before I was ever conceived, he was killed in an airplane crash while serving on the mission field. My dad didn’t say a whole lot to me growing up, but one topic that never failed to cause him to spring to life with conversation was his brother. And I get that. I can’t imagine how difficult it is to have a sibling die when you’re both in your twenties.
"By way of introduction, I am now a committed follower of Jesus. In fact, I have the privilege of serving my conservative evangelical church as an Elder (a pastor). In God’s providence, the irony is that almost fourteen years ago, I sat on the patio of my apartment, got high with my roommates, and then declared that if they ever heard that I was a pastor, not to believe it. I told them that if I ever became a pastor, it would only be for the women and the money.