So, we went to church on Sunday. That’s nothing unusual because we go most Sundays. Believe me, I have sat through myriad church services in my 61 years, and they have elicited a variety of responses from me. There have been times, I have hung on to every word spoken because it seemed to be exactly what I needed to hear or it matched what I believe. Other times, I have doodled, whispered, and yawned convinced the service would never end.…