My mother-in-law pointed at the door during New Year’s dinner and snapped, **“If you don’t like my rules, get out!”** – Welcome

me with an expression I can only describe as readiness, the expression of someone who has a job to do and is prepared to do it.

The music changed. The doors opened.

Light came in from the sanctuary, warm and gold and absolute, and through it I could see the backs of heads, the rows of people, the altar where Daniel stood. Even from that distance, even continue reading …