Many years ago, I visited an art studio/gallery, on the edge of some marshes. Something prompted the artist to ask me whether I was associated with the Congregational Church in Sea Point. Yes, I said (not letting on that I was the minister). She said, “Oh! That Church set my son on track. It really put him right. He once was a deeply troubled young man.” Then she stared at me and said, “You look vaguely like that minister.” I said, "I
am the minister!"
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