NOVEMBER 2008: ESSAY by Robert Lowes I don't like walking around by myself in dark buildings late at night, but there I was in my church's basement at 9 p.m., lugging sacks of loaves and pastries that a restaurant had donated to our food pantry. A harsh solitary light revealed the leftovers of a rummage sale we had held to benefit another of our ministries, a homeless shelter. Books, clothes, toys, and what-have-you were bagged, boxed, and awaiting delivery to…
Robert LowesNovember 15, 2008