It’s a cathartic experience, really. Fear, exhiliration, anticipation, dread all mixed up into one neat little ball, sitting in my stomach as I approach the mother of four. “Excuse, me Ma’am, could I give you some information about the church I attend?” Such a simple question. Seemingly harmless. And yet in this college town, the mention of church, particularly when coupled with “Baptist,” sets off bells loud enough to wake neighbors in this woman’s mind. Tersely, hurriedly, almost fearfully, she... Read more