I saw an old friend at church yesterday. I went to high school with Zach; he and Dann and I would eat lunch together every day. We’d sing oldies songs at the top of our lungs, which meant that, in the school lunchroom, you couldn’t hear us from three feet away.

We were three conservatives in a sea of democrats. We sat around the table discussing Rush Limbaugh, Ayn Rand, and John Stuart Mill. We encouraged each other when Bush lost to Clinton – the first Democratic president any of us could remember.

Zach went on to join the Marines, and now he writes a column for the local newspaper. As befitting our past, he’s also involved in local politics.

Zach was at church with his whole clan – all his brothers and parents and in-laws and everyone else – to dedicate his new son. His FIFTH child. In keeping with family tradition, Zach named him Isaiah. (Zach’s brothers are named Jeremiah and Nehemiah.)

Congratulations, Zach. And may Isaiah grow up, like his namesake, to boldly proclaim the word of truth.