The Berea Daily

I pressed the crosswalk button as I looked across the street to the coffee shop I meet Phoebe every Saturday morning. I could feel my phone buzzing in my purse, but I know who the text messages are from—a group chat of people in the church. I decided to ignore them as I know what it's already about. I walked into the coffee shop and saw Phoebe sitting at our usual meeting spot, staring intensely at her phone. “Are they still debating the ‘theology of the stage’?” I asked as I