Sure, I complain about pompous pastors who call or email to tell me how wrong my theology is, but the truth is that those conversations are kind of fun. And they force me to think through my theological positions.
Walking into that congregation that day, I felt like I had shed my shoes outside, washed my feet, covered my head in humility, and had checked my bag of pretensions and ostentations, language and intelligence, outside. And walked in, a naked soul.
Nancy Sleeth looks beyond the group's obvious flaws, learns from their attributes and applies their lessons in an entertaining, thought-provoking, refreshing, nuts-and-bolts manual for those of us who feel enslaved to the grid and our gas guzzlers.
I'm talking about the majority of businesses that perform better when poverty and violence is not prevalent. If financial incentives motivate politicos, then put some numbers on those dividends available from reducing violence.