Time is passing, but that stack of newspapers in the corner is growing. Time is passing, but those images of passenger jets, flaming skies and twisted steel are still buried over there under the new layers of rubber-suited health warriors fighting a tide of sickening white powder. Time is passing, but preachers know people are still asking: Where was God? They can see people flinch when they hear a Psalm that says: “He who dwells in the secret place of... Read more