That Time I Was Interrogated
Some thoughts on eternal life.
My clerical collar, black shirt, and black suit were drawing discreet glances. I had slipped away from the church office to get some cold medicine at a nearby drug store. The checkout line turned out to be unexpectedly long.
A man standing in front of me glanced over his shoulder, took a double take, and then whirled on me. Without the slightest hint of irony and sounding remarkably like a homicide detective interrogating a likely suspect, he asked, “Are you saved?”
Stunned that my outfit hadn’t clued this guy in to my vocation, all I could think to say was, “What?” “
Are you saved?” he repeated. “Do you accept Jesus Christ as your Lord and Savior?”
“What?” No longer stunned, I was now on guard against a potential cross-denominational assault.
He went on to ask me if I knew where I would be going when I die. “We’re all s…
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