Active in Fellowship

After the minister says amen and the service ends, I usually pick up my purse, shuffle up the aisle to shake an elder’s hand, and then work my way out of the crowded narthex until I can reach the spot where I normally stand and catch up with my friends. A few weeks ago, something different happened. On my way out of the narthex, one of the women in my church struck up a conversation with me. It started with the usual polite small talk in which I answer questions about what I’m doing at college...