When you sit in a darkened theater, you know the play is the result of months of rehearsal. You see the sets and understand they were built by human hands.
Please bear with me for a brief laying of the foundation - because it leads to one of those breath-catching wow moments that seems especially fitting as Lent draws near.
My husband was raised by his grandmother. After raising her own ten children, she took in him and his two older brothers when their parents couldn’t raise them.