The God of Small Things and Small Beginnings
My granddaughter Kaity was faced with a dilemma: She wanted to play basketball, a commitment she had made to her North Hills Christian School team, and she wanted to go with her youth group to a winter retreat at Winter Place in West Virginia. The problem: her ballgame was in southeast Charlotte at 4 p.m. on a Friday afternoon and her youth group at Trading Ford Baptist Church would be leaving our church in Salisbury 62 miles away at 6…