A reflection from last month's Calvary Night at the Pub

"The Prodigal sure seemed like the village pub tonight. I was there getting a beer with one of my oldest friends. I’d known my server since she was an infant. My kid’s Sunday School teacher was at my elbow drinking an Old Fashioned. The choir director was there talking to me about ice fishing. And the bar owner was the local Pastor’s wife. I thought: you know, this isn’t such a bad life." - Nate Weaver Olson