Recently I was walking from one end of town to the other. It was the kind of long walk that clears your head and makes you grateful for good shoes. Halfway across a bridge over the interstate, I spotted a friend talking with someone I didn’t recognize.
My friend introduced us, and we dove into small talk. Then, quickly — with barely a blink — this new acquaintance looked me in the eye and asked, “Do you have a church?”
“I do,” I said. “I’m a member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints.”…