How much is too much? At what point does faith and belief tip over into blind fanaticism? This question has occupied much of my time and mental energy since a trip I made to Denver a while back. I was in Denver on business and my flight requirements dictated that I stay over the weekend to get a lower rate.
I had contacted a friend and his wife who were old friends and neighbors before they moved to Denver. They invited me to stay with them over the weekend. I looked forward to the visit and when the 5:00 p.m. whistle blew on Friday, I made a beeline to their home. This was my first visit since they had moved to Denver. When the voice from the GPS had me pull into their driveway, I was taken aback by the scene in front of me. I sat in the car for a moment taking in the condition of the house and property where they lived.
