Sometimes I go to the Gordon Methodist Church in Gordon, Ohio to get something to eat at their twice-a-year ice cream social. We often wait in the church until the cafeteria has empty seats for us to sit down. In the church are stained glass windows with the names of now dead members. Tommy Rice is there. If you are about 75 years old and live in the village you would know who he was. I know because I heard him every morning of my life until he retired. He was the village blacksmith. Gordon Methodist Church is no different from other churches, with empty pews. Outside church doors everywhere lurk some bad people who could do with a bit of preaching and the good folks inside should give their seats up for some of them next Sunday.