By Rev. Carrie Mook Bridgman
I spent last week at Logan Martin Lake in Alabama, with an unusually large collection of family and friends: my husband and son, my father-in-law, my dad and his wife, a friend of my husband’s whom we rarely see, and three (count them, three) friends of my son’s, who is about to start his senior year in high school. Not everyone was there the whole week, but the cabin was a bit full. Luckily, the weather was good, and we spent most of our time outside when not sleeping or reading on the porch.