Each Tuesday morning I make a short trip north in our little town to a church where I join others in gleaning what the Lord’s provided.  It dawns on me that each week that’s not all He’s provided and the purpose for me being there isn’t simply to glean.  But I miss that truth sometimes in my gleaning hustle and bustle. Gleaning’s a lot like other stuff that has to do with food.  You know what I mean, gleaning?  It’s where there are boxes and boxes of breads and fruits and vegetables that have been culled from, primarily, the different…