Dear Brother: These lines are being written late on a Sunday morning. At this moment you are probably standing in your pulpit preparing your people for the end of another year of grace and the coming of Advent and Christmas. Whenever I have a chance I like to take a few moments on Sunday to swing my memory from coast to coast, remembering the unimaginable power of all our: voices saying something true and good, however human and stammering, about our Savior and His work for us. I recall a little white church in Minnesota, a mission in California, a quiet church in New Jersey. All of them are saying the same thing to the world this morning and their witness, under the view of eternity, is infinitely greater than all the headlines and the noi...