I had a troubling chat at church last week. A good guy I’d never met before, who’s recovering from a stroke, told me some of his story, including a move the day before. He shared with gratitude and delight how the local Mormon church had rallied to help him and his wife: “They brought trucks, a bunch of people. It was great. Within a few hours everything was out of the old place and into the new one.”
I’ve spent the past week with people dedicated to seeing God’s goodness extend throughout the earth. Some of our friends have literally given their lives in this effort. It’s an honor simply to hang with them.