Scooby kind of bugs me. He’s shifty, and I don’t really trust him. He doesn’t make eye contact with me. He will grunt a word at me…if he has to. If I run into him on the streets hanging with with people we serve frequently, he stands off to the side and watches me out of the corner of his eye. If I’m honest, I don’t really LIKE Scooby.

He showed up to church again on Sunday.

Shanna took a gentle breath in, a small sigh. “Yes…it’s true. All of that is true, and I would have little argument against that one except…