This past weekend, I was doing some light yard work when a neighbor stopped by with his toddler. I know these folks in the way I know most neighbors – not well at all. But I do know they’re hard-core Christians. And as I’m not, there’s an unspoken understanding between us that we will never be close. That’s just life and believe me – it’s okay.
Anyhoo – I was being my ordinary nice self and carrying on light conversation with the neighbor. He was reciprocating and all was well. I had work to finish, so I wrapped up as quickly as I could and got on with it. He went into his house and that was that.
Only after I’d gone inside myself and stood washing my hands in the bathroom did I notice the t-shirt I was wearing…
No wonder the neighbor seemed more quiet than usual while talking to me. I think my pagan status is secure. Thank god.