I spent a lot of my adolescence on church mission trips. We called them work camps back then. Every time the church van was about to leave the parking lot, just after the driver had turned the ignition key someone would ask, “How long ‘til we get there?”

Now, when I’m behind the wheel I give the same answer, that was given to me’ “Over a few hills, around a few bends, we’re practically there.” I can repeat this answer more times than the asker repeats the question. I can be very patient. Back in the day, my evasive, non-answer would have sent the more curious travelers to the road maps in the glove compartment. I learned, “Over a few hills, around a few bends, we’re practically there,” from the pastor who led the trips I went on in high school. For him, it wasn’t evasion; it was the truth a…