From Scott Hoezee
Today I was going to blog about Chick-fil-A but since I am really tired of this story—and since most everything good and inane has already been written about it—I decided instead to write about my friend Josh.
Nearly a decade ago when some folks were just becoming acquainted with the very concept of web logging and the then-new shorthand term “blog,” Josh was getting out ahead of the curve in becoming not a blogger but a really skilled “vlogger,” someone whose web logs all came via short, skillfully edited (and often very humorous) video clips filmed and put together by Josh. He vlogged about domestic trips and international ones, searched for the best hot dog in his city, and much more.
Some years ago Josh met Sara, a member of the congregation I was serving as pastor, and they fell in love and decided to get married (and yes, Josh’s exceedingly clever proposal was caught on film with unsuspecting Sara, no less, holding the camera at the time!). I conducted their wedding (clips of which he posted online, and it’s the only time my kids ever took an interest in a wedding I had conducted—they particularly guffawed over the sped-up recessional sequence in which I looked like a pudgy Keystone cop in a clergy robe zipping out of the sanctuary).