I have a question for you: Do you know that guy that tells the goofy dad jokes? Do you know that guy who tells the same stories over and over, thinking they’re still going to be funny? Do you know that guy who keeps showing you his grandkids pictures? Do you know that guy who will sometimes even show his scar from open heart surgery?

Oh, dear Lord in Heaven… I’ve become that guy.

You know, that guy that looks at his server at a restaurant and says, “I bet your mom’s proud of you.” Or that guy that looks with great confusion at his iPad as he finally decides he wants to use it like its supposed to be used.

Again, Oh Dear Lord in Heaven… I’ve become that guy.

I want to tell you it’s not so bad being “that guy.” I’ve come to the realization I’m not really old, I’m just chronologically advanced. I’ve learned to roll with the punches. I’ve come to realize that God has a sense of humor; I’m reminded everyday when I look in the mirror.

I’ve also become that guy that enjoys the simple moments of each day. I’ve become that guy, that loves to hear everyone else’s story – how people come to Christ; how they deal with life’s adversities; even looking at pictures of their grandchildren.

So, my conclusion: It’s ok for me to be that guy.

Love y’all (if you see me on the street, please ask to see my grandchildren, or I might show you my scar),

Bob Bell