I just got an e-mail from someone who has been a member of our church since before I began attending there, and I’ve been going to the same church for 26 years. Jerry Radar is a friend of mine, he’s in my Sunday School class. I went to church camp with his children and played in the praise band with his grandson. Jerry Radar lost his first wife to cancer about five years ago, and remarried about two years ago. He married someone he had known from his own Bible college days. She happens to have a son who is physically disabled, possibly from cerebral palsy. I’ve never asked. All I know is that I watch his wife patiently work with her adult, disabled son every single Sunday. And, I’ve heard Jerry’s voice shake with emotion just the tiniest bit when he talks about the extraordinary patience and love his wife has for her son. These are good people, and this is why something is now “Grinding My Gears.”