My hands shook a bit as I approached the imposing facade of the big church in town. I was about to attend the first after-school Christian club worship meeting of my high school career. My nervousness did not subside when I entered the building. It was just like the lunchroom at school – full of people I didn’t know who gathered in their predetermined cliques. Over in the corner, closest to the pizza, was most of the football team (unofficially required to come by their...