AFTER I SHOWER AND change into my uniform—black pants, black short-sleeved shirt, white tab collar—I settle into my office and log into the Church email account.
I almost fall out of my chair.
There are over five hundred unopened emails in the Inbox.
Because I knew we might receive some emails, on Friday afternoon I spent some time diligently cleaning out the inbox, categorizing the important ones and deleting the unimportant. The last time I checked on Sunday morning, the inbox was empty.
I take a deep breath and decide what I need to do right now is get some coffee. I’m walking to the kitchen when Anna comes down the stairs.
“Sorry I slept in, Tom,” Anna says. “Yesterday really took it out of me.”
I’m about to say something when the phone rings. “Who could that be at this hour?” An
