A couple let me hang out on their covered porch for a bit this afternoon during a downpour. They brought me a chair to sit in, a bottle of water, and a copy of "This Was Your Life!" The husband was very geographically knowledgable and talked to me for a while about my walk, and then dove headfirst into a lengthy and awkwardly phrased monologue about accepting Jesus as my savior.
Had to happen. Happened to me once when a dentist had a drill in my mouth. “Captive witness.”
captive witness with a drill pointed at his head…
Ha! Little does he know that this website will later be held hostage by midwestern Bible thumpers.