Several weeks ago, I showed up for church and no one was there. Not even the Holy Ghost. It was just me and a sack of treats for my nursery kids, all alone in the parking lot.
First, I made sure that it was Sunday. It wouldn’t have been the first time I screwed up that part. It’s easy to lose track of what day it is when working the night shift. I came home, got changed and went to church — on Monday.
But this time my watch, phone and radio all confirmed that it was the right day. Where was eve...
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