My father, as my brother tells it, walked into the kitchen wearing a trench coat and dark glasses.  My mother was at the sink washing dishes.     “I’ve been born again,” he said.   “What?” my mother replied.   “I’ve been born again,” my father said.   There was a long pause and my mother replied…   “OH, KNOCK IT OFF!!!!”   And there you had it.  The single, fastest, conversion and de-conversion in the history of man.  My dad is a fairly masculine, old school sort of guy.  He wore the pants – financially, made sure we ate, believed in us – all that good and very necessary stuff.  But, my mom – she wore the pants emotionally.   If she said…