In a nutshell, David and I had become friends through a discipleship movement where we had very similar goals towards serving Jesus: Matthew 28:19. In 2022, there was an event in San Diego that we both attended and although we weren’t introduced initially, his strong facial features, stoic focus and fishing pole was quite the memory from that day and ultimately stunned me when he first walked in to the Makelin’s house on a Saturday evening a few months to follow. “Hey it’s that guy that was at the kickstart who carried a fishing pole!” was my thought. Although it took several months for us to get to know each other. Nothing would keep me from looking forward to seeing him at several home fellowships as described in the book of Acts. Breaking bread from house to house, devoting ourselves to prayer and the apostle’s teaching. Not long after I was seeing him on Mondays, Tuesdays, Saturdays and sometimes in between for celebrations and baptisms. He was my friend. My brother. That’s where it began. Our friendship matured into the sweetest bond I would later admit would spark into a love that I was waiting for.