It was an ordinary enough day.
I walked out of the grocery store towards my car in the parking lot and that’s when I noticed him. He was standing in a certain part of the parking lot, and as he realized which car I was headed to, he turned and headed towards me.
All of a sudden all kinds of thoughts began to cross my mind:
“What does this crazy fool want?!”
“Do I remember my kata’s from my third grade karate lessons?”
“What’s the best way to stab someone with a car key?”
I thumbed my key securely and readied it in the jab position.
“Are you a saved?” he asked nervously. I was thrown completely off guard by his question, but began to relax as I realized he seemed harmless enough.
“I actually am, thanks!” I said as I readied to go into my car. Either he didn’t hear me, or he wasn’t convinced that I was a real Christian, so he decided to launch into a pre-packaged “gospel presentation” in any case.
I’m staring at him as he’s speaking to me, but it’s as if things were moving in slow motion. I’m watching him. He’s all wild-eyed and frenzied. Sweaty. Rushed. He had that distant look like he was reading from a screen. You know, that look when someone is looking at you, but they look like they’re looking through you. Every once in a while I’d notice a “Romans 3:23 says…” or some other Scripture as he continued with his presentation. I was grateful when he finished. I can’t remember how I responded. Perhaps with an, “ok, thanks!” as I went in my car and closed the door.
How did I feel?