In the fall of 2021, I was invited to guest preach at the church where I grew up — Northbrook Presbyterian Church, in the suburbs of Detroit, Michigan. My family attended Northbrook for years, my parents both serving as elders. I was ordained to ministry in the sanctuary. But it’d been more than 20 years since I’d been back.
It was a cold, rainy Michigan day when I rolled into the parking lot where I remembered my father steering his...
