Several years ago I was pastoring in North Carolina. A young mother with two kids started attending our church. Every Sunday morning the father would drop mom and the kids off at church, then return to pick them up after the 11 am service. Debbie worked in the preschool department and got to know the mom and kids. She also met the father as he would come and go, and commented to me about how much he seemed to love his kids. I asked around about who he was and what he did, and found out that he was the owner of our local “gentlemen’s club” — which is a misnomer because it was not for gentlemen. It was a strip club.