John was a wild man. His life didn't start out that way--he was a miracle baby, born to parents who were way too old to have a baby. His dad was a priest, which meant everyone would expect John to follow the same line of work. But John was born to be a rabble-rouser. He was born to challenge the status quo and shake things up. He didn't follow in his father's footsteps and serve as a priest in the temple. Instead, he grew up in the wilderness. He wore clothing made of camel's hair. He ate locust and honey. What made him truly wild, though, was what he was saying. John wasn't trying to sell some happy-go-lucky kind of belief. He wasn't worried about what people wanted him to say. I mean, he called them a brood of vipers. He told them that their religious habits were useless. He called them to the carpet on the idea that being children of Abraham was all they needed to be right with God, saying God could turn the rocks into children of Abraham if He wanted to. St...
just me, stepping out of the boat in faith, trying not to focus on the waves around me