Bob was a pastor in the upper Midwest. Growing up in Wisconsin, he’d been raised fishing and hunting all year long. Every season was a season to be outdoors pursuing game. Yet, like many Cheeseheads, deer season was a special time. When deer season opens, it’s fairly common for Wisconsin schools to close. It’s pragmatic, really, because most of those kids will be out in the woods with Dad. Now that he was a Pastor, that pattern continued in Bob’s life. It became a running joke in the church that, once deer season opened, Bob was nowhere to be found. He’d be out in the woods, every day, until he filled his tag for the year. Bob was addicted to hunting. Bob had an acceptable addiction. Continue reading →