Chapter Twelve
Born-Again
At the 1:00 service I walked up the center aisle with a bowed head to hide the crazy look in my eyes and took my final trip up the pulpit steps. I stood up when I was supposed to stand up, sang from the appropriate page of the hymnal, read into the microphone the bible verse of the day and led the congregation in reciting the Lord’s Prayer. When it came time for my sermon I was obviously distracted and unprepared. Although I tried to speak from the heart, my talk was short and unorganized, without a central or unifying theme. I mentioned something pithy about your neighbor being your friend and as society changes not to allow your heart to harden in the process. As I looked out over the sea of serious masked faces who may have heard I was sick, I sensed they wer
