It’s an old trope: the lament that young adults are falling away from the church and a sense of despair for the church’s future. And
EBENFELD, Paraguay — Rain woke me in the night. The roar on the tin roof drowned out the frogs, if any were still singing. Only the thrashing of palms cut across the downpour. In the morning I learned that schools were canceled. It was too muddy to drive.
