Most folks go to church, I guess, to hear the Word:"Blah, blah, blah.and here are five thousand more reasons why you're going to Hell! Blah, blah, blah!" When I go to church, I love to hold somebody's baby. I've always felt that if you would like to see the glory of the sun, you do not look at the sun. You look at what the sunlight illuminates: a gorgeous red sky at sunset, or a verdant