Who you calling royalty, brother? My ancestors were peasants, I tell you, peasants! 
First of all, my apologies for omitting NoClueBoy, Vanilla, Zoe, Friar Ted, longhair and a whole host of people whose names will enter my head as soon as I hit Submit Reply.
There’s one other aspect of witness and ministry I’d like to touch on while I’m in here, that of supporting our brothers and sisters in Christ. It’s what formed and cemented the bond between Polycarp and me, and it’s something NoClueBoy, Vanilla and Zoe, to name a few, have all done for me at one time or another. For that matter, that Wiccan I mentioned has strengthened and sustained my faith a few times, including some when those doing the damage were fellow Christians. Then again, the Lord has been known to work in particularly mysterious ways in my life, or so it seems. It’s easy to be a Christian in church on Sunday when you’re surrounded by people who believe the same thing you do. It’s harder in real life, when you go out to a message board and find yourself attacked for being stupid enough to believe in God, attacked because, since you’re a Christian, you must believe homosexuality is evil, or conversely, attacked by other Christians because you don’t believe homosexuality is evil. I’ve been known to describe myself as “middle of the road, getting shot at by both sides”, and several of us here have the (spiritual) bullet wounds to prove it!
By the way, Iceland_Blue, please allow me to offer you a couple of cautions when it comes to mission work. You see, last December, I was on a Greyhound bus from Cincinnati to Columbus, Ohio. The gentleman behind me was coming back from what he obviously considered a successful mission trip and he was describing it at some length and volume on his cell phone. Now me, I’d been up late the night before, and had intended to sleep on the bus, so the volume was bad enough, but then it got worse. You see, first, he talked about converting a Catholic to Christianity. Then he talked about driving the demon of homosexuality out of a person. The final straw, however, came when he talked about a woman who’d been in an adulterous affair for whom he only did counseling. At this point, I found a piece of paper and wrote, “Do not be like the Pharisees who pray out loud on street for their reward is on earth.” The upshot was, while he did lower eventually lower his volume, it was only after attempting to convert me to Christianity!
The ironic thing is, the whole reason I was on that Greyhound bus was I’d left a gathering of friends early so I could get to an Evensong service at my church that afternoon!
Please, before you try to convert someone to Christianity, do make sure she isn’t one already. Otherwise, she may have to do what I wound up inadvertantly doing and confusing you.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m rather between blessings. You see, I spent today with a woman I’ve been friends with since 10th grade, catching up on old times, having fun, and doing a bit of teaching (archaeology and the way native Americans lived, specifically), and later this evening, that Wiccan is coming over for a visit. He says hello, Polycarp, and vanilla, if you don’t mind indirectly associating with my heathenish friends, I’ve no doubt he’ll say hello to you. He’s heard a lot about you and likes you.
To quote one of my church’s closing blessings, “The peace of the Lord be always with you.”
CJ