When I walked into the stranger’s house, the religious images on his wall caught my eye and drew me in.
There was Jesus at the last supper, the grief-stricken Mary being comforted by friends, a beautiful print of the Ten Commandments and also an assortment of crucifixes.
There were eleven images to be exact. And they were all on one wall.
Right away I jumped to a presumptuous conclusion: The man was a Christian. I mean with all that stuff on his wall and the big Holy Bible sitting on the stand, he had to be right?
Boy, was I wrong...
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