Whenever I’m asked to describe the mid-sized-ish, small-town-ish, genuinely welcoming, quirky, traditional, yet informal church I serve, I often tell a story. (Jesus also had a habit of telling stories instead of giving direct answers). This incident happened over a decade ago when I was new to this congregation. It was a typical Sunday morning — the kids’ choir practicing in one room, the adult choir practicing in another. In the room...