John Rollefson

It shouldn't have surprised us, but it did. Situated as our sanctuary is on one of Los Angeles' main boulevards, we receive our share of Sunday morning visitors. But last Thanksgiving Day morning, when everything else was closed for the holiday, an unusual number of strangers appeared in the rear of our small sanctuary. They were welcomed by our ushers, given bulletins and helped to find a seat; but one young visitor, I could sense, was unusually restless, rising from…