It happens often.
Someone learns that I spend a bit of time behind the walls and wire of a couple prisons.
They hear that I preach in chapel, meet one-on-one with offenders, and…yay…even do Bible quizzing in one institution.
And..too often…a well-meaning person says something like, “Gee, Jack, why do you do that? Aren’t there a whole lot of phonies who show up for prison chapel?”
I grit my teeth, and in my normative, compassionate way reply, “Sure there are…why should prison church be any different than your church?”
That closes that particular conversation…until the next time.