over thirty years my parents kept giving that community much of their time and energy and a good deal of their very selves. Now as I look back from a distance I see what I failed to recognize clearly at the time but what nevertheless shaped me profoundly: their commitments mirrored the commitment of Christ, who “loved the church and gave himself up for her” (Eph. 5:25). Without that love—a love which was both Christ’s and theirs—I would never have become a Christian and never gone to be a student