I was flying home after an intense four days of meeting with writers, pastors, and Christian leaders. I didn’t want to talk; I wanted rest. My seatmate was already settled into 21A, with book in hand, earphones ready to listen to music after clearing ten thousand feet. I had my iPod and a book. So far so good. Then I made the mistake of saying hello. He nodded his head and looked away. Good. He wasn’t one of those irritating chatterboxes. But when
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