When Pastor Smith walked into the kitchen at church to get another bowl of soup at the mid-week Lenten soup supper he saw Hank on his knees pushing at the dishwashing machine and Wayne with a rag mop ready to swab the deck of the good ship St. John's Church. Both men were still dressed from the day's work, at the office for Hank and on the road, selling, for Wayne. Suit coats were off. Shirt sleev...
