On Good Friday I was in Tulsa and I was observing my Uncle do some serious work on my horse (the civic). And a Pastor of a Local Congregation was walking door to door inviting people to their Churches Easter programming. He handed me a door knocker and moved on. I was really disappointed, he did not want to talk to us nor get our names or anything.
This really bugged me. I wanted to be…
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