Yesterday I went to the post office, and a man outside was handing out pamphlets.
He asked me, “Are you a believer?”
“Yes I am,” I said.
“A true believer?”
“I am,” said I, showing him the gold cross on my neck.
It glinted in the sun and I felt safe. And he smiled and let me be, and I went in to do my business. As long as I wear this cross and believe, I am protected.