After thanking Minister Fellows, Sterling and I left the church with the lockbox in tow. The world seemed a new place as we passed other workers arriving and the late summer air continued to burn off the morning dew.

Patrick met us at the sedan, his questioning stare penetrating through the darkness of his now-donned sunglasses. We rode in virtual silence until we reached the airport and boarded the plane. Once aboard with the door closed, the three of us were a chorus of ...