Welcome to Divinity Lutheran Church

I still remember him often standing underneath the basketball hoop at our local high school on those nostalgic Friday nights, when seemingly the whole town showed up to cheer on a bunch of teenagers to hopeful victory. He would have his professional camera in hand, as he was one of the leads of the sports section of the newspaper, when cell phones weren’t quite to the level of providing instantaneous information; and so farming communities would still fervently clamor for the delivery of the latest updates on the near and far away world. It was a rather fitting job for him: a gentle giant. He could tower over the majority of players on the court to get just the right digital shot, which could then reel in captive readers the following morning (or perhaps the following Monday if the game ran too long into the night). But he was also seemingly the calmest individual in the entire county, and never wanting any kind of public recognition, even if it was his job to popularize others. He,...