I'm one of those insane people who decides to redo his basement at the busiest time of his life. I guess I thrive on having enough to do to fill up seven lifetimes.

Tonight my son Josiah and I went to Lowe's to pick up lumber and tools for this project. I couldn't find the concrete nails so an employee named Wilson offered to help. By God's plan it was a long walk to the aisle, just long enough to start a conversation that goes deeper than whether or not Michelle Obama called her husband "pathetic" on the Barbara Walters show today.

"How is your night going?"

"Oh, pretty good," he replied casually.

"Do you know the Lord?" He paused then slowly said, "I guess I'm not ready for that. Ironically my dad is a pastor."

"If you don't mind me asking, how is it that you grew up with a pastor for a Dad and yet you don't share his faith?"

"I want to know it's real..."

"And you don't want your faith to depend on your Dad's."

"Yea! That's it."

"Can I ask you a direct question and please be honest with me."

"Yea, that's fine."

"Wilson, I'm a pastor too, and here's my son. I want my son's faith to be his own as well. But did your parents live lives of hypocrisy, doing one thing at church and acting different at home?"

"Oh no, they lived it all the way."

"Then Wilson, I urge you man to consider all that God has given you. Yes, you want your faith in Jesus to be real, but don't let that be the excuse that keeps you from turning to Jesus. You grew up with parents who lived the life and if you died tonight you'd stand before Jesus very accountable for turning your back on Him after all that He gave you."

"Your right man, you're right," he said shaking my hand. When he was halfway around the corner he turned around and said, "Thanks again."