“Don’t touch me. It’s creepy and weird.”
She avoids eye contact while spewing the internal ungluing that resulted from a pat on the shoulder I gave her two weeks ago.
“And I don’t want to hear any of that Jesus stuff, either,” she snaps.
The conversation scores me. It calculates my comprehension of two assignments from Ministry 101: embrace and place others. It also grades my inability to “shake the dust off” my feet when rejected (Mt 10.14, Mk 6.11).