It was Sunday morning, the first day of a meeting in New Albany, Indiana.  During the song service, Cindy whispered to me that our five-year-old, Gabriel, needed to go to the restroom.  Since there would be several minutes before I would be introduced to speak, I volunteered to take him out.  We both took advantage of our visit to the restroom, then returned to our seats.

Several minutes later, I was ushered onto the stage. In keeping with the traditionally correct standards of most churches, it has always been my custom to wear a suit jacket on Sunday morning and for at Continue reading All Tucked In →