New words happen.
Back when I was a letter carrier, I learned “unchurched” from the “Baptist Standard.”
Yep, I used to read the back cover of the “Standard” when I was delivering the mail. Also, as I strode across two different lawns, I read a short readable piece that ran daily on the front page of “The Wall Street Journal.” The postal higher-ups didn’t say we couldn’t read stuff. They just wanted …
