My perfect bride likes to put together puzzles. Down on the farm she almost always has one spread out on the game table – 30,000 pieces (or so it seems) and she has this idea about how those pieces should “match up.” Sometimes, when I help her (she calls it “bothering”), I conclude that just sticking them together in the most convenient manner is the solution to a looooooong afternoon. “That doesn’t fit there,” she will say. “Stop messing it up.” Last night our Pastor was long-windedly expounding the last couple of verses of Chapter 2 in Ephesians. The conversation was about God’s design for building His Temple and Paul says,…