It was one of times when life was so busy I didn’t have time to fill the car with gas. I’d been driving around on fumes for a week, when my husband Jonathan loaded it up with musical instruments to take to a synod worship event in Hartford When he was on the highway, he noticed the gas light. So he pulled off into a gas station, only to find he didn’t have his wallet. He got back into the van and hoped he’d make it to the service so that he could bum some money to get home. W