Pastor

I don’t own a Tesla, but after 20 years of ministry at TrinityA military wife, Abby (not her real name), came to see me for help with her anger. She began our hour angry at her husband and his commanding officer for something the officer had said about her at a Christmas party in front of a group of people. Fellowship Church, my car could probably have driven itself. Interstate 635 and Greenville Avenue were unchanged that Sunday, but my thoughts went off-road.