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There were months in which the countryside around Independence, Illinois, was beautiful. March, thought Jen Blake, was definitely not one of them. She’d just come back from visiting three different homebound parishioners; her hair was damp, and her shoes were soaked. Her internal state was no better than her external one. The phone rang. “Independence United Methodist Church,” she said into it. “Reverend Blake, please.” “Speaking.” “This is Terry Metzger. I’m superintendent of the...