I Need the People of God

A challenge to keep our eyes open to saints on the side of the road.

A few Sundays ago, I walked into the church building just as the worship band started up their first song of the service. I made my way slowly through the lobby to the hot water, filled a cup, searched for an herbal tea bag—honeybush had a lovely sound to it—and snapped a lid on my cup. In the doorway to the auditorium I saw my friend, hovering by the t…