By Eric Adelson

Monday, December 8, 2008

You can hear it from all over Baylor's campus: the low, steady thrum of Interstate 35, the reminder that Waco lies halfway between Austin and Dallas. On Sundays, when the traffic dies down, a makeshift congregation gathers under a highway overpass to pray to Jesus. Druggies and prostitutes show up, sing and disappear by 1 o'clock. Even the homeless just seem to pass through on their way to somewhere else, somewhere better. How loud the noise from the interstate must have been in the long summe ...

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