In the congregation I knew a divided family: The mother was a Witness, the father was a dyed-in-the-wool Baptist. (Their kids attended both services.) I was an Amway distributor at the time, and the mother ordered some goods from me, which I was to deliver to their home–when the father, an off - duty firefighter, would be home. I did so. I was cordial, so was he; the delivery went just fine; religion was not mentioned.
