Missionaries.

Doorbell just rang. Guy in a blue jacket was at the door- for a second I thought it was the postman. I was a bit thrown buy the fact that he's wearing a surgical mask...but it is allergy season and some people get it that bad. He holds out a folded piece of paper to me and says that he'd like to invite everyone living in this house to a celebration at his church every Sunday.

"Thank you, we already celebrate at another church every Sunday."

Sometimes I really love that I can say things like that. Yes, I go to church. Yes, every Sunday. Yes, I really do mean every Sunday. It's a very small house church up in the northeastern part of the city.

It's true and it keeps things peaceful.