In a way, it all started with the coffee-and-cookie hour. Eight-year-old Matthew Rogers had spent the morning curating the spread before him: cups of lemonade, cookies in varying shades of vanilla and chocolate, and empty mugs awaiting strong Episcopalian coffee. With everything finally set just so, he didn’t want anyone to touch it. Not yet. Once his father, the pastor, spoke the benediction and…
2025-07-28
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