A few years ago, a neighbor called late one night to say that flames were shooting out of some windows on the second floor of our condominium building.
When I was a high school senior, I was daunted by the prospect of searching out and identifying eligible universities, not to mention applying to them and selecting one.
As I watched the preacher turn away from the television cameras, unable to say why the world had not ended as he was sure God had said it would, compassion flowed through me.
