This Christmas Eve, I happened to attend two candlelight services. One church understood how to make men comfortable; the other did not. One church got the little things right; the other did not.
The happy-dancer in the front row was the most emotional and vigorous worshipper at my church. Does this mean her worship was the most pleasing to God?
We may be losing the battle for personal morality. But we are winning when it comes to solving some of the globe’s most intractable problems.