The most enthusiastic reception I’ve ever gotten at a local church was
the day I set foot in a small congregation of Christians whose nominal affiliation
with (reputed) sectarian purists turned out to be no predictor of the warm
welcome they uniformly showed to visitors from the “other side” of the
theological divide.
I broke bread with them after an introductory conversation
that took approximately thirty seconds, just long enough to discover what
I thought of Jesus Christ. I think very well of him indeed. That was sufficient cause for a hearty introduction, several good conversations and multiple invitations home for a bite of lunch.
Good for them, I say.