Let's call her Susan. She's a 40-something woman who works at the convenience store near our church. I frequent this store to buy soft drinks, and we have developed a casual relationship over the past year or so. She teases me about the number of Diet Cokes I drink, and I often respond with humor or pleasant conversation. Neither of us know the other's name. Until last week, she did not know that I am a minister.
Read this essay at The Christian Century website
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