I hit Jesus in the head 900+ times.

It was dark. No light. A big cavernous space. My job is to aim into that void and pinpoint Jesus. And I can’t miss.

In my early twenties, I took a jet to Australia. I was following a friend, another American, who was surfing his way around the world playing guitar. I play guitar too.

My friend met me at the airport, and a guitar store was our first stop. We needed strings…