So, here’s one that sounds like it should be a joke:
I went for a run on Memorial Day with my friend Wallace Adams-Riley, Rector of the historic St. Paul’s Episcopal Church here in the City of Richmond. We made our way around a five-mile loop that ended on Monument Avenue. While we were cooling down, I saw someone jogging toward us in sweat pants and a white T-shirt. When he got closer I saw that it was Ammar Ammonette—the imam I had lunch with a few months ago. I stopped him in mid-jog and introduced him to Wallace, and for a few minutes we stood there talking on the sidewalk: the pastor, the priest, and the imam. He said he lived on the other side of the river but liked to run here, where the sidewalks were a little wider and people seemed to be more accustomed to pedestrian traffic. We didn’t talk long; I didn’t want to interrupt his run; but we did say that we should get together for lunch again sometime, and then he smiled, shook our hands, and went his way.
Nobody who drove by while we were talking would have guessed who we were. It’s not everyday you see a pastor, a priest, and an imam talking together, but it’s even less often you see them out jogging together.
Have you heard the one about…?