Fishing for Truth
But Jesus said to them, "A prophet is not without honor except in his own town and in his own home." -Matthew 13:57 The night of the fourth of July, or the wee hours of the morning of the fifth, rather, I found myself suffering a bout of insomnia coupled with an urge to drive. Naturally, I had no idea as to my destination, but I hopped in my car and took the highway. As if on autopilot, I found myself in the parking lot of the church where I grew up in Pasadena. Sunset United Methodist looked the same as it ever did in the dawn's soft glow. I waited until I saw a man arrive and waved hello. He invited me into the Sunday school classroom for some coffee. The mural on the wall featuring a battle between angels and demons, some carrying folks up to heaven, others dragging people down into the fiery pit still made me feel just as unsettled as it had when I was a child and I'd go into the room with my grandmother for a cookie and some juice while she he...