In a church I served, one of the pillars of the congregation stopped by my office just before services to tell me he'd been born again.
You've been what? I asked.
Yes, he said, last week I visited my brother-in-law's church, the Running River of Life Tabernacle, and I don't know what it was, but something happened and I'm born again.
You can't be born again, I said, you're a Lutheran. You are t...
