Hi. I’m Jason. I’m not a Christian. Oh, I once was, but like most kids in the 80s I hit high school and went from faith to Faith No More.

My half-brother? Well, that’s a different story.

His name is Joseph. Can you get more Christian than that? Joey, as we like to call him, went the opposite route as me. As a kid I was a goodie two-shoes, he was a troublemaker. Or so I hear. See, we have different moms. So I grew up with my mom, he grew up with our dad.

Our dad really, really liked Jesus. On my weekend visits I thought it was a little creepy. He’s passed away, so I’m comfortable saying that. But when he was alive the whole Jesus thing kind of scared me. I grew up in California. I didn’t get it.

Joey grew up in Georgia. But at 17, he ran away to Florida and got a job as a short order cook at Denny’s. I don’t think he even graduated high school. I know he never went to college. I do rememebr that he partied a lot, followed the band Phish, ski bummed in Colorado, crashed some cars, and then got into selling them. Our dad had been in sales, and Joey inherited the talent. Within a few years, he was selling dental equipment and making six figures.

And he fell in love. Monica, now his wife, is also a Christian. She had also bounced around, had a son in her teens, but found her way into a career. And into Jesus. Seriously into Jesus. Joey did, too. But we don’t really talk about it. Why would we? My brother, Monica, and the kids are probabably headed to Heaven. And I’ll soon be headed off with the other non-believers–to rot in Hell. Or is it burn in Hell? Something like that. However you slice it, not a pretty fate to imagine for your brother. Best not to think about it.

Besides, there is golf to be played. That’s what brothers do. Isn’t it?

To be continued…

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