Just this morning I passed by a couple of the women who attend our church. “How’s it going?” I asked. I got the typical “Fine, thanks,” kind of response, but I thought I noticed little tension or frustration. “No, really … how is it going?” I asked again.

Then they proceeded to tell me that they got a flat tire on the way to church and had to call a wrecker to come and change the tire during the church service. It was still early enough that their car wasn’t ‘boxed in’ so I got some orange cones we keep around the church and posted a zone around their vehicle so that when the wrecker came they would have the room needed to change the tire.
- Scott