New Foliage
This'll be my last post from my night job here at the hospital: it's my last night here (praise the Lord). And it's been an interesting one. Found a li'l micro-fellowship with one of the guys here. i was listening to a Christian radio station when he came in. About that time it switched from music to, apparently, a preacher. i generally find it mean to inflict a random radio sermon on the uninitiated, and i had no idea who it was (it usually gives me heartburn to hear some cat with a gratuitous drawl letting fly pedantic demigogery about the easily discernible nature of God in King Jamesian), so i offered that he was welcome to change the station if he wanted. To my wonderment, he said it'd be fine. So we listened on. Turns out it was Ravi Zacharias, whom i'd never heard before. Couldn't decide if he was Indian or Irish, or Indian with an Irish accent. At any rate, i was duly impressed with what he had to say. He said, in fact, some things i'd desperately been needing to hear. i think i'll read a book of his. Maybe i'll find a way to become a Christian--- a real one. i'd like that very much. i could surely use your prayers.
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I'm doing some back-reading here...
Looks like by now, you're at the new job. I hope it's fulfilling and offers more for you.
I've always liked the Ravster myself, although it's been awhile since I've read or listened to him teach.
Today I was paying for a tank of gas and a six-pack of Michelob Amber, when the guy told me I couldn't purchase alcoholic beverages on Sunday (I had forgotten it was Sunday, state law). I just looked at him for a minute, kinda stunned. I asked him if he was a Christian, and he said yes. I told him I was too. We had a brief conversation about this religious law and whether the church should decide on what days the general public could buy beer. He explained that in Louisville you can purchase it after 2:00pm on Sundays. (I'm guessing that allows time for the church folk to finish up at Olive Garden and arrive safely home, before we miscreants run wild with our booze on a Sunday afternoon.)
Not sure if I have a point here, other than it is hard to know what a real Christian is. There are so many opinions and interpretations. And as you seem to allude to in your previous post, my long list of criteria for fellowship has been whittled down to something like: "Can you stand to be in the same room with me?"
Thanks for posting.
Hey senor! Nice to see yer exuberant face 'round here. That is an odd law, i'd agree. Ran into that sort of thing in Colorado a lot. (If they didn't sell liquor for a day in New Mexico, the state would just shut down without revenue). There is a similar law here, though: can't sell within a certain radius of a church building. That's led to no end of heartburn for me, since there're almost as many churches as there liquor stores. But hey, prohibition saved all kinds of lost souls the last time around; why not try to enforce the idea in as many ways as possible now? i mean, if a concept ain't broke, why fix it?
And as for your criteria for fellowship, i dig. Yer warmish and breathing and we're in the same room talking, then you're closer to a Christian than most of 'em i run into.
Maybe i should be a tad more outgoing... Dunno.
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