#womenofthebibleseries A frigid wind struck me head-on as I climbed out of the car and turned to face the door of a century-old church building. Trying to keep from spilling myself on the freshly powdered snow (and whatever lay beneath it), I tightened my coat around my neck with both hands as I ran for the entrance. Linda, a woman at least a decade my senior, had been expecting me, and I felt warmth in her welcome from the moment I set foot in the door. After brief introductions, she escorted me to her office and held an open hand…