Before I could rightly claim to be a churchman, a friend asked me to help out at a church supper. This was a sit-down dinner for hungry neighbors. They served good food on china dishes. That evening, I washed all those dishes and stared at the damp walls of my basement bailiwick. On one wall, these words were hand-painted: “Feed the hungry; Give water to the thirsty; Welcome the stranger; Clothe the naked; Care for the sick; Visit the prisoner.” I thought, “If I ever find a church that believes that, I’ll join up!” And so I did.