has remained, disappointment over the other's values.

But a few weeks ago, a moment revealed a softening between them. Matt began telling people that he was planning to go back to Red Bank Baptist. Dr. Steelman, who still works as an interim pastor at local Baptist churches, heard the news and was surprised, given all that had happened. He felt glad to know Matt and Frances might go back, that the church had meant something to the Nevelses.

They saw each other from across the meat section at the Walmart in Hixson. Dr. Steelman waved, then disappeared around a corner.

A few minutes later, the Nevelses saw him coming back around the corner toward them, smiling. He put out his hand to Matt, and Matt took it.

"I was not trying toThey both wonder what will happen in the sanctuary.

They trickle in with the crowd through the front doors where deacons in black suits hand out church bulletins and good-mornings. The sanctuary is different now. Projection screens come down from the ceiling. New paint is on the walls.

Yet Matt can't help but remember another day. Looking toward the pulpit, he pictures Stephen's casket. He pictures Dr. Steelman, firm and resolute.

But the vision is quickly interrupted by voices. Graying women and men bring handshakes and hugs.

"Where have you been?"

"I thought about you the other day when I was up at the cemetery."

"It's good to see you."

"I haven't seen you in a long time."

Matt's face brightens. He walks toward the front.

The doors close at 10:30 a.m.

The trumpet sounds and the people