In the spring of 1998 Sandy and I bought our first home. After years of parsonage living, it was an absolute delight to have our own place, though the bank still owned the most of it. The Director of Christian Education asked if we would host a little Sunday School party on Pentecost Sunday. We immediately agreed to do so, even though the house was far from ready for “company." We thought about twenty people would come. Fifty showed up at our door. We prayed that the weather would be good and the sun would be shining so we could have them outside. Instead, we had the worst thunderstorm of the Spring. We had them crowded together in one room when suddenly the skylights started leaking, not leaking—pouring water. I began to distribute buckets and pans and said, “This is the first team-buildi…