“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. Whack. 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). I struggle as a student of Christ. Like Peter, I prefer tattling on classmates and cross-checking conduct charts (Jn 21.21). Like the disciples, I paper-rock-scissors for status, pursuing human…