One evening, Jim and I stopped by a table in a local restaurant to speak to the guy who had been our wedding photographer. Mike and I knew each other from my high school days and he and his family had recently begun attending the church my family belonged to. As we chit-chatted, we talked about how we had both graduated from Murray State University in Kentucky. When that happens, there is an understood connection between the people in the conversation and the place. We both obviously shared a love for Murray. While we were trying to figure out if we had been there at the same time, he mentioned…