“As I passed,” Barry Goldstein ‘19, recalled, “one of them pointed at the colorful water bottles and wrist bands arrayed on the table. I slowly shook my head and hurried away. In my peripheral vision, I thought I saw the guy pantomiming a sumptuous neck rub. When I looked back, I saw that they had set up a massage chair. Man, that was tempting, but I managed to get out of there without learning about the local Christian community offerings.”

Other students walking between classes reported similar experiences. “At first, I thought it was an acapella group selling tickets,” James Horner ‘20, recounted. “But when I got closer, I made out the Bibles stacked on the plastic table. In the past, when I realized that proselytizing was going on, I would immediately make a beeline for the Faunce doors. However, one of them kindly remarked that I looked like I could use some stress relief,” or “at least a Brown Christian Circle rubber wristband.” Horner admitted that the temptation “was too overwhelming,” and that he walked away with loosened shoulder muscles and a deeper awareness of the “vibrant culture of campus worship.”

As of presstime, Brown Conservatives had set up an adjacent table, offering cucumber facials.