I met Father Misaeil, an Egyptian Coptic priest, at his beautiful sanctuary with Mary, the twelve apostles, and the two angels — Gabriel and Michael with their wings unfurled — looking down on our meeting with studied interest. He wore his sternum long ashen beard and his ankle long black frock with pride, a look most church planting manuals would discourage as being irrelevant. The preacher should wear casual jeans to tell the congregation to relax and sip latte before the Holy. Father Misaeil would probably see casual jeans as irreverent thus irrelevant. He stroked his beard, smiled frequently and reminded me of how many of the early ecumenical councils…