It is Friday, and my beloved and I are looking forward to our lunch. To wit, our favorite restaurant offers a wide range of fish dishes on Christian fast days. Both of us love fish, but the offer at the restaurant in question is rather poor during the rest of the week. Thus we appear as most eager Christians to the restaurant crew, our good friends by now. And this is something we both enjoy. We look forward to Friday lunches not only because of the fish, but also because of our little play. For Christians we surely are not. As far as religion is concerned, we are the fish.