It was a hot, muggy Friday evening, the last night of Vacation Bible School, and I stood in the parking lot of the church, cooking fish that my father-in-law and I had caught for the big celebration dinner scheduled to begin in just a short time. I didn’t notice the young man who had come up behind me until he spoke. "You the preacher?" he asked.

After checking to see if he was armed and dangerous and determining that, from the look of him, he was neither, I said, "Guilty as charged. What can I do for you?"

"Oh, I don’t need anything," he said. "One of your church members invited me to come for the fish fry, and I just wanted to meet you."

He introduced himself and we shook hands. I asked if he attended church anywhere on a regular basis (no dancing around the issue for me – just go for…