Recently one of our bishops discovered the thin line between being somebody and being nobody. We were attending a meeting that went on for days, and he needed some exercise. Since the weather was cold, he bundled up in an old jacket and knit woolen cap and set out for a long walk.
After nearly an hour he realized that he needed to find a restroom. Back home he would have headed for a service station or fast-food restaurant, but he had no idea where to find one in the wooded residential section he had chosen for his walk.
He told us that he finally spotted a nice suburban church of another denomination. But when he tried the door it was locked.
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