When my kids were young, every Sunday we loaded them into the car and headed to church.  Season after season, we weathered winter’s icy breath, were drenched by spring showers and blasted by summer’s hot winds.  Our church sheltered us not only from the physical elements of the weather, but also from things which are not visible to a world that is too busy to pay attention.   But even with weekly dedication, I wondered if my children would  ...