The Seeds of Heaven
Several years ago, a woman I know walked out of her church after a particularly rousing Sunday service and bumped into a thin, sort of lost-looking man who was standing on the sidewalk looking up at the cross on top of the church steeple.  She excused herself and started to walk away, but the man called her back.  "Tell me," he said, pointing through the front doors into the church she had belonged to most of her life, "what is it that you believe in there?"  She started to answer him and then realized that she did not know  the answer, or did not know how to put it into words, and as she stood there trying to compose something the man said, "Never mind.  I'm sorry if I bothered you," and walked away.