As I walked through the kitchen of the church building, I noticed some dirty dishes in the sink, so I decided to wash them. When I was done, I went to the tea towel drawer and pulled out the most threadbare, worn-out piece of cloth that I had ever seen. This towel had a hole in the middle of it and I could see through the rest of it. It was so fragile that it tore as I unfolded it. Holding that dish towel, I had two thoughts. First, we can do better than this. There is likely room in the budget for a towel that is not more air than towel. Second, I want to be friends with whoever put this towel in the drawer. Someone, at some point, washed that tea towel, saw the holes and how thin it was getting and then said, “We better keep this. There is stil...