I had a great time "at church" yesterday morning. We're in Texas on vacation visiting old friends, Geoff and Beth. We decided to do church with another family, Jeff and Annette, who are friends who've moved here from Topeka. We joined them at their large, suburban church in Allen, Tx. I loved it. The singing was good. The songs were Bible-saturated. The concordance in my head was whirling, reminding me who God is and what he does. Tears came to my eyes. I raised my hands in praise. I got to lean down and point out to my daughter sitting next to me the connection between the words in one song and the Bible verses we had read at the breakfast table that morning. And then, in the middle of the Lord's Supper I looked up and saw a friend I haven't seen in ten years. I stood and walked thirty feet to sit next to him to drink the cup. Annette invited them to lunch with us at their house. Three families joined for a meal, joking, laughing, eating, complimen...