CHAPTER 4
Scott appreciated the extra afternoon service at St. Margaret’s Church. For starters, the parking lot after the other two services was too crowded for a pedestrian who didn’t want to get hit. Secondly, now Sundays were the closest thing to a true day off he’d experienced in years. Earlier that morning, after going through a few emails he knew he couldn’t put off, he’d popped in his earbuds and gone on a jog, with nothing but his thoughts and his Christian rock music to keep him company.
Sometimes he felt guilty. As if a missionary who ministered to nearly a thousand believers around the world should probably lead a more disciplined prayer life. He’d gone through spurts of praying off a list, but after a few weeks of asking God the exact same things for the exact same people, he
