Thank you, Z-Louise, for sharing this story.

When I was 19, having stayed up for the sunrise after working late shift at a restaurant, I rode my Honda 450 to a Methodist church in Tucson, walked up the aisle in my leather jacket, found a place, picked up a hymnal, and joined my bass voice to the hymn in progress. Once the folks got past their shock, they were delighted. Of course, this was 50 years ago. Would they be so open-minded now? It probably depends on which wing of the church they occupy.

Yeah, the whole soul-saving thing is kind of creepy.