We were sitting around in a circle at our little church’s summer mid-week picnic service, balancing the song sheets with our napkins on our knees. My friend, Dar, and I chatted and chuckled about the weather and other friends we’d recently seen. We listened to Leah tune up her guitar while we swatted the gnats and mosquitoes, crumpled up Arby’s sandwich wrappers, slurped the very last of our ice-cold drinks, and got up to add more plastic chairs as others joined. While heavy trucks and cars without mufflers rumbled past on the street Continue Reading