When I lived in Lippstadt I had great neighbors. I lived in Lipperode, a village that belonged to Lippstadt. The fascinating single mom next door, the heating oil guy and his wife across the street, the lovely couple in their 50s on the other side, and next to them, kitty-corner from us, was Horst.
Horst had taken early retirement and was quite involved locally. He volunteered a lot, one of his positions being President of the village board for the protestant church. A Calvanistic church, to be exact. It was unusual for a village to have a Calvanistic church, but like many other German villages, it also had a Catholic church. Horst made sure to point out to me that the Catholics and the Protestants in Lipperode got along, they always have, and he was sure they would in the future, too.