The new setting was entirely different from the previous two. It was a large parish with a majority of college-educated adults, many successful businesspersons, upper-level managers of large Pittsburgh companies, and an elderly pastor who was kind but still constrained by his rigid theological training from the 1930’s. He allowed me freedom to do much of what I wanted to do. I recall our first evening meal together. I had been to a civil-rights march in downtown Pittsburgh that day, and now realized that he, his dog, and I were to watch the evening local news as we ate dinner together. I had carried a poster with a powerful and emotional image in the march and knew the television station had filmed it. Since the pastor and I had just met, I really wanted a bit of space so we could get to know one another before he saw a rather vivid and alarming image with no other background introduction. When the part of the news footage came on the screen, where I knew I would be featured, I pointed to the wall behind the pastor and asked something about a nondescript picture that hung there. He looked puzzled, but turned to see what I was talking about, and I and my civil-rights…