At first I wasn’t sure why I should be the one to do it but the good brother said that since I was the one in charge of the church’s young men in that city, I should be the one. He informed me that a boy had taken up residence under some shrubbery by the building and that I should “run him off.” “After all,” the man said, “he could be a drug addict or something and bring harm to our kids.” Well, very dutifully, I approached the bushes, leaned down and peered into the cavity wher ...