How could anyone have guessed what this year was going to look like? I’ve made the joke several times that I must have missed the class in seminary called “World Pandemics” or “Ministry During a Deadly Virus.” Still, in almost an instant, my church moved online for 23 straight weeks. When we emerged from our quarantined homes and began to gather safely again, I was comforted by the small hint of normality. Of course, not everything was the same. For one, I noticed that attendance had declined....