Those words were spoken in a prayer by my son’s friend, Daniel, before we headed downtown to Atlanta last night.  We were a ragtag group at best, several moms, a couple of dads and small group leaders, and a gangly group of seventh grade boys with a penchant for youtube and cracking themselves up.  Our caravan wound it’s way through 5:30 traffic into the heart of the city on a unusually mild January evening.  Read more...

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