My pastor tells the story of his college days, referring back to a time when he was, what I would call a bit less settled. He was well known on campus for his riff raff antics, making him a target for the local religious clubs. They were determined and competing to get him saved, and he knew it. He describes one of their rescue missions in one of the most clever exchanges that I’ve heard. I have to be honest, I wish that I had thought of this, but at least I get to be the one to tell it to you.