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Every other week or so the new local Apostolic church sends its missionaries door to door, competing with Jehovah Witnesses for our attention. We look through the peephole at stalworth believers, seeing them spy other homes with cars in their driveways once we don’t answer. Little do they understand that we have a faith and travel in the second car to worship outside our neighborhood. When we’ve tried to tell them this, they don’t seem to hear and so send others to our porch while we, having given up verbal kindness, aspire instead to hold our faith in quietness.