How did a nice Jewish boy like you become the savior of the world? They transliterated your name into Greek and called you Jesus, but to me you will remain a Jewish boy from a podunk little town. You were probably lonely and out of place like me, a shy immigrant boy from Korea growing up in Western NC. You had giant expectations to fill. Your dad was larger than life and sometimes a little demanding, I relate. More than my savior, I want you as a friend and a fellow traveler. Sometimes I focus on your divinity so much that I forget you are flesh and blood like me, a God with skin. You've felt the long sleepless nights, the thirsting and hunger for a God sized whole to be filled. You've experienced the pain of betrayal and most important you know how hard it is to love and be loved by imperfect people trying to love with all their brokenness. Josh, I'm not sure if this is a poem or letter, but I wanted to say hello. Thanks for welcoming me into your life and calling me a friend and a brother. I'll try to pass on the message by living it out, and share how my life changed when I encountered a God with Skin in the depths of my despair. I keep walkin' the walk a day at a time.