How I Hear Him (#HearHim)
I am sitting in the very back row of a dark chapel with my arm around my daughter’s shoulders, sandwiched between strangers towards the end of the pew.* The chapel itself is similar to church buildings I have worshiped in all my life and I am there for a baptismal service like many I have attended before. What is unusual about this particular service in this specific chapel on this precise day is that, outside of my daughter, I don’t…