One summer at church camp I met a kid named Keith. Keith was confident, expressive in his worship, and he taught me how to play Pokémon. Even though Keith was my age he was still sort of a hero to me. Keith wasn’t afraid for people to see him worshiping Jesus. I remember distinctly hearing someone go up to him and say, “You’re the man, Keith!”

Without being silly or cheesy Keith responded with, “I’m not the man, I’m just a fan of The Man.” He even showed me later that he had Fan of The Man stamped on the front cover of his Bible, where someone would normally put their name.

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