A week or two ago, I had a stress dream. I was running late for Sunday worship. I couldn’t find any clean dress pants, so I threw on some jeans and a t-shirt and got in the car. And, in the dark, I started my drive to church. Now, in my dream, the road to church was long and winding and went through a cemetery and a small town. And as I was driving through that small town, I saw a gas station. I looked at my gas gauge and — even though I was already late — I…

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