“I saw him in church for the first time,” wrote an author. His new suit complimented his neatly combed hair. I had invited him to church many times. But he was never interested. Not that he was a bad man. He was highly respected in town. He was honest. He was generous. But he wasn’t interested in Christianity. Once, when a special service was coming up, I asked him to come. When he turned me down yet again, I asked him why he would not accept my invitation. With the pain still showing in his eyes, he told me about an experience 70 years earlier.