As the surgeon pulled up the scans, Rob and Beau leaned toward the screen. Neither needed to speak.

"I used to say to my mom that some vessels are made for honorable use and some for dishonorable use. Maybe I'm just meant to go to Hell," he said. He recounted the memories with raw honesty, stripped of excuses, the humility aligned with his personality. Jeans and white t-shirts are his uniform of choice, except for the days he ushers at church. While the tattoos covering his work-muscled arms tell stories of his life before Christ, his face most often features the joyful hum