Pastor's Note
The Malibu and the Motorcycle
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While a freshman at the University of Missouri, I was always
flat broke. When my friends in the
dorm ordered out for pizza, I regularly pretended to be “not hungry.” They would end up getting me to eat a
slice or two “just to be sociable,” then playfully accuse me of gaming them out
of paying for my share.
It soon became apparent that I could not afford to care for
and