Well, I guess I've also got a story to tell. Some years ago, relatively early in my second marriage my new wife and my three children moved into a townhouse project. Shortly we got to know the neighbors, the neighborhood, and among other things, established a church connection.
Early on a weekend Saturday, when the children were scattered at various other places, a girl's pajama party and Boy Scout camp if I recall correctly, my wife and I simply padded about the place, curtains drawn, in the all together. Not a usual thing, but it seemed silly enough to be OK at the time.
At some point we heard the paper being delivered near the front door, which was inside a small brick walled and gated, but not locked, and not visible from the street, courtyard. We both went to the door to get the paper, and as we opened it, there standing before us, were two very properly dressed older women from the new church, coming to thank us for joining the congregation. Incredibly and as if absolutely nothing was the matter, my wife invited them in for coffee, which they thankfully refused. We continued to attend the church, but were never visited again. |
