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.