A new neighbor is moving in next door. My family greeted her kindly and I offered that I was a pastor “at a church just up the street called Hope Chapel.”
“Oh,” she replied. “What kind of church is it?”
Instead of explaining the complicated distinctions of a Foursquare church, I casually said that we are “born-again Christians.”
“Really?” she said smiling. “I need to be born again.”
Say that again?
I looked for the hidden camera.