Photo Credit: Peggy James I like it when people give me the heads up that they’re visiting our church when I greet them in the lobby. Leslie told me she came from another city, 75 miles away. She seemed nervous as we talked and stepped back outside for fresh air and a smoke. The praise & worship started and Leslie slid into my row and sat next to me. During the handshake break , she leaned in close and divulged through strong tobacco breath that she is homeless and living in the park. I grabbed both her hands and reassured her she looked lovely because she did. Her makeup in place, she sported clean clothes and a cute hairdo. Still holding her hands tight, I promised to protect her back with my prayers in the coming week. Excited, she responded: “Oh, how I love this church!” She continued: “I’m fleeing from an abusive man. I’m a woman in flight.” I wished I had some cash on me. Tom too...