The Closed Bible and the Open Door

Every Sunday morning for thirty years, Margaret Chen arrived early at her church in Knoxville, Tennessee, polishing the communion table and arranging the hymnals with military precision. She tithed faithfully, fasted during Lent, and could quote Isaiah from memory. But she drove past the same apartment complex on Cedar Bluff Road every week without once glancing at the Congolese refugee families huddled on the stairwells, still wearing sandals in January.…