Taking shelter isn’t always a matter of choice, as opportunity or need. Shelter that rainy morning was a church. A nominal Christian, I slipped in during service, picked up the hymnal, and sang. Taking joy in hymns from centuries ago, I reflected that many were the same despite doctrinal differences. For moments, I was in a Methodist church in New York, an Anglican Chapel in Portland, a Baptist church in Georgia, and then a tiny independent congregation in Alabama.
Soon, I was on the road, reassured that there were some common points of reference on a rapidly changing landscape.