Dear Saints in Santa Fe and other far-off places, Greetings in the name of Jesus Christ, who showed the world what God’s reign looks like. A dime begins a life pattern. When I was four years old my mom would give me a dime each week to take to church school to place in the offering.  Since dad was the pastor and we lived right next to the church I wasn’t tempted to spend it on an ice cream cone—the detour was too great and mom would have found out, I’m sure. So, I would hold the dime in my hand waiting with anticipation ...