I Started a Fight

Episode 1: The Question
There are, it seems, a few people who haven’t forgotten that I said I might post something about the fight I started in church while I was visiting Minnesota last February. Yep, there are a couple busybodies who are still waiting to hear the details of my lastest drama. That’s what I get, I guess, for making something sound a lot more exciting than it was. (It was my sister, actually, who labeled what I did “starting a fight,” so if you think the reality of my story doesn’t lives up to the title, you have her to blame.)
It all started when my sister invited me to go with her to a Wednesday night Bible study at her church. It was a study of Genesis, and for the first two-thirds of the class, I sat quietly and listened.
But then there was a question from the floor.
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