When you become a parent, it takes nearly no time at all for a crowd to begin forming around you, replete with all sorts of well-meaning folks and their polished nuggets of unsolicited parenting advice.

I feel towards Paul Washer that particular kind of affection reserved for those godly men who, despite their weakness and frailty, were used mightily by God to preach Christ’s glorious strength, worth, and love in a world increasingly parched of all three.

Perhaps I am just an old soul, but I feel the weariness of this world more and more with each passing year.