Their church is a few blocks away and every now and then there’s a knock on the door.
It was two young women offering fliers for a convention of the Jehovah’s Witnesses.
Cool! I said. I’ll trade you for a copy of the Book of Mormon?
No, no, that’s okay, they smiled, turning away quickly, but as they started to walk away I told them, Thank you for being willing to share your faith publicly.
They were not expecting that. It clearly made their day, and the smiles on their faces made mine.