Just because I'm a man doesn't mean I'm not a good Christian. In fact, I use to rarely miss going to Church. My church had a gossip, Bertha, who was the self-appointed monitor of the congregation's morals. She was constantly sticking her nose into others people's business. Most of the members did not approve of her activities, but feared her enough to maintain their silence.
She made a mistake, however, when she accused me of being an alcoholic after she saw my pickup parked in front of the town's only bar one afternoon. She emphatically told me, in front of the entire congregation, that everyone seeing it there would know exactly what I was doing.
Me, a man of few words, stared at her for a moment and just turned and walked away. I didn't explain, defend, or deny. I said nothing. Later that evening, I quietly parked my old pickup in front of Bertha's house, walked home, and left it there all night.
BTW/ the names weren't changed to protect the guilty