My youngest son, Caeleb, is working this summer as an office intern at St. Paul’s United Methodist Church in Las Cruces, New Mexico, where I serve as pastor. Even though I am his father, “MacDonald the Younger” does not report to me. He reports to the business manager. That boundary matters, and I try to honor it. But last week, I found myself standing on the edge of that line as I watched pain take over his left knee. Caeleb has hemophilia, but…
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