The Rev. Paul Brunner tells a wonderful story about a young man named Jeff. Jeff learned one Sunday morning that his church was holding a picnic that afternoon. He hurried home from church to pack his lunch and get to the picnic grounds. But, lo and behold, when he opened the refrigerator door, he discovered only a single piece of dried up bologna and two stale pieces of bread (one of them a heel). And to make things worse, there was barely enough mustard to color his knuckles when he tried to scrape the bottom of the jar. Nevertheless he made his sandwich, wrapped it in waxed paper and placed it in a large paper bag (so it would look as if he had a great deal more than a single sandwich) and set out for the picnic.

When Jeff arrived, the grounds were already crowded and the only empty sp…