As I write this piece (8:40am, Sunday morning) I am sitting in my office and the Custodian is busy cleaning the Sanctuary. At least that is what some say as she goes about her work. The little patch of Earth on which I live has a name – I call it Sanctuary (It is listed with the State that way as a Tree Farm). So many people, over the years of my ministry, have referred to the building where we gather on Sunday as the Sanctuary. Well, those may be our Sanctuary, but they are not God’s. 2 Corinthians 6 is one place where we can actually grasp the Biblical…