Thursday, July 25, 2013
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Why You Don't Need a Personal Relationship with Jesus
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The collared shirt and the whole alb and stole getup typically gives it away, but I am a pastor. This unique aspect of my identity often finds me in...interesting social situations. Once I was wearing my collar when I was mistaken for a stock boy at a local grocery store and asked where the cigars were. I can be identified as an easy mark for a professional panhandler and it’s been presumed that I’d like to spend a social evening out with my wife hearing about the best new “Christian” fiction on the market.
Just last week this situation played itself out again. I was at a conference of campus ministry professionals when a woman approached me. After I introduced myself and told her that I lived in Boulder she told me that her children lived in Denver. Being courteous and on the off chance that I happened to know her children, I asked what their names were. The woman’s answer was...interesting. She said, “Oh, you wouldn’t know them.”
I pushed a bit. I said, “Well, what are their names? I get down to Denver every now and then.”
But she pushed back saying, “I’m fairly certain that you do not know my children.”
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