Hello everyone out there in internet land! This is Kevin Stover. aKa Assistant Pastorman. James invited me here to help him post stuff on this blog. That’s right. It’s time for a little shake and bake. (If you haven’t seen Talladega Nights yet, stop whatever you are doing and rent it.) Now that the silliness is out of the way, let me introduce myself to those people who may not know me. I’m the assistant pastor of LifePoint and James’ best friend. I graduated with my BA in History last year, and I am eventually going to get my doctorate. I like like long walks on the beach, and romantic sunsets. My favorite colour is blue. I also like to play some Halo2 when I get some time, although that has been less and less frequently as of late.

I noticed that James hadn’t posted a bio or anything about himself really, so I’m going to tell you the true story that I just made up about James Laws:

Back in the misty recesses of 1975…a child was born. As he grew, his parents knew that his awesomeness needed to be harnessed, so they enrolled him in the martial arts. Fame as a world renowned action star would have been sure to follow, had tragedy not reached out its cruel hand. As fate would have it, his brother was killed in a mixed martial-arts tournament somewhere in Asia. James was on the first flight there, ready to avenge his brother’s untimely demise. After defeating every contestant thrown at him, it was time to face the man upon whom his ultimate vengeance was to fall. The tide of the battle began to shift towards James as he landed roundhouse after roundhouse. Unfortunately, his partner in this deadly dance refused to fight with any scruples. As James knocked him to the ground, the sinister fiend threw dirt into James’ eyes, blinding him for a split second, but long enough for the attacker to land a bone breaking blow to his leg. Hurt, hobbled, and hungry, James refused to surrender. Only one man was leaving this ring alive. Amazingly, James fought through the pain and defeated his opponent. Instead of killing him, however, he allowed him to live. The only penance the poor, broken killer was to perform was to sing the  Sonny Curtis of The Cricket’s I fought the law, and the law won. (Cleverly replacing the word law with the word Laws, of course.)

Back in America, and with a bum leg, James knew that life as an action star had fluttered away, like a beautiful butterfly on a warm summer’s evening. Perhaps in future posts I will share more about the man, the myth, the legend that is James Laws.

Until then…keep your feet on the ground and keep reaching for the stars.