I’ve been trying hard for the past several months not to blog every time something upsets me. The World Vision situation this week seems big enough and important enough–and I’m upset enough!–that I need to say something. This is that something. In the 90s and early 2000s, my dad, Christian musician Ray Boltz, raised a lot of money for a Christian aid organization Mission of Mercy. A Mission of Mercy representative we called “Uncle Wayne” preached at all of Dad’s concerts and told his packed audiences about poverty in countries like India, Cambodia, and Bangladesh. Then they’d take up an offering, and so many people would give that I remember seeing piles and piles of money being counted in the dressing room. Dad, Uncle…