Opinion

When I was a kid, our small-town congregation ended every church service with the Doxology, “Praise God from whom all blessings flow, praise Him all creatures here below…”

“For this very night an angel of the God to whom I belong and whom I serve stood before me,” Acts 27:23 NASBS

It was a difficult place to find, and we are both the sort who have difficulty finding most places. Finally, we spotted the unassuming, humbly small sign and then stepped off of the bright concrete of an unfamiliar cityscape into a dark little romantic restaurant. It wasn’t the kind of place we frequent, and maybe that’s one reason that we loved it so much. We sat at a tiny table with fresh flowers on it and laughed at how little we understood about the menu in front of us.