Here is My Hero transplanting sunflowers on a Sunday morning. A sweet thing, in and of itself, but even sweeter in context. He farmed until dark on Saturday (with the Bible-on-mp3 speaking through his ear buds, redeeming tractor time), stayed awake long into the night studying to teach at church the next day (a pot of tea beside him), rose early to feed cattle, transplanted sunflowers outside my kitchen window. He then breakfasted, cleaned up dapper and shiny, drove us forty miles to Calvary Baptist Church, joyfully taught our all-congregation Sunday School as one of the shepherds there, and joyfully worshiped with the local body. That's Jeff. I'm just sayin'.