The man sitting next to me, writing.

I sat in the second row at the seminar, third seat from the center aisle. I never sit that close, but I had decided that I wanted to concentrate, to focus on learning. There was a man in the first seat by the center aisle. He leaned over, looked at my nametag, and misread the “where I’m from.” line. I smiled, corrected him, and looked at his nametag.

I immediately recognized his name, and then his voice. He’s a reputable pastor in a reputable church in Chicago. I’ve known his name for years, l...