This whole discussion has reminded me of a situation we had last summer/fall/winter.
My wife and I like to attend the local state fair, and she, being an ex-4Her, likes to see the student exhibits and whatnot. Among these is the art show. So we are wondering around the art show, which, upstairs, is the professional show. We are like, yeah, nice paintings, but boy are they expensive (you know, $1500 or more, and nothing is ringing our bell).
Then we go to the amateur exhibit. Again, nice paintings and all (and not with price tags). And then we see a painting that both of us like a lot. Now, that doesn't happen very often, where we both like the same painting that much. Then we see another. And another. Of course, not surprisingly, they are all by the same artist. We conclude this is an artist we like. Then we look up and we discover that we are standing in the Grade 7 - 9 section. Yeah, this artist is in junior high. And the paintings are exceptional, at least in our opinion, despite the fact that the judges did not recognize them at all (the paintings were probably too realist (our style), kind of like a Thomas Kinkade nature scene with animals; my wife the vet likes the animal theme)
Well, given how much we liked his paintings, we left a note for him asking him to contact us if he wanted to sell anything. We also voted for our favorite for the "Public choice" award.
OK, so his father contacts me, and he is all excited. Apparently, the artist was pretty depressed after not getting any recognition from the judges. However, two things happened: 1) we weren't the only ones who voted for him, and, in fact, the guy WON the "public choice" award. Thus, apparently a lot of people liked his painting. 2) he was so excited that we sent him such a nice note that he cheered up completely.
Ultimately, we bought the painting that won the award, and it now hangs in our living room, along with our Thomas Kinkade (which we got a little later).
I tell you that to relate this part. The artist's father is a fairly pleasant fellow, but is a minister, and, to be honest, is a little fruity. Says praise the Lord and Alleluia, and all that. But as I said, nice guy and all, so I can deal with the weirdness.
When we were leaving their house after picking up the painting, we were talking to him in the drive. He kept talking about how nice it was for us to do this, and how it was clear that God had moved us to do this for his son. I didn't want to squash his enthusiasm, but you know, we just liked the painting and thought it would look great in our house, and while it's great his son was uplifted, we have to admit, we did it for ourselves. But I didn't say too much, and said thanks, we think he's a really great painter, and we are really getting a great piece.
Then he said something that I'll never forget: "Well, it's clear that you are fine, christian folks. I'm a minister, and I can recognize good people when I meet them."
Well, my wife and I are flattered, of course, but, dude, christian folks? Um, ok. I guess my wife goes to Catholic church every once in a while, and I'll go with the family on holidays, without believing a word of it. But I'd like to think he's right, that we are indeed good people, lack of christianess and all. OTOH, I laughed about that "good, christian folks" thing all the way home. It still makes me laugh.