My daily metro rides usually go without note. Read the Express in the morning then fall asleep. People watch on the way home until the train empties and then fall asleep. But, the other week on the ride home someone interrupted my sleep schedule when they started ranting about Jesus. You know the type, he used to sin, have pre-marital sex, drink and do drugs until he found Jesus and now he spreads the good word.
Well today he popped up on my train again, he was gearing up to start his sermon when i shouted out “Oh, hey I know you!” He came and sat down next to me. “You Jewish?” he presumed as he slumped his arm on my knee. “Well, yeah actually I am, I have a Jew face I know.” But instead of agreeing that I have a jewy face he simply stated “No, I saw it in your spirit.”
He went on to tell me he’s Jewish, let’s ignore the fact that he’s from Africa and then when I later asked him if he was really Jewish he said no. He does have a Hebrew name though. He also prays for Israel everyday. In the end we came to the agreement that Jesus saved his life and that I believed that Jesus saved his life, though not in Jesus himself. He told me this made us one and that he loved me.
We arrived at Glenmont, shook hands and went our ways, but not before he let me know that Jesus would visit me soon. I said “I’ll be waiting.”
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