Accepting Jesus Christ

Little Cayman, British West Indies

Dear Kim:

Last night after services, I asked the minister if he had a minute to talk. I wanted to know how he had come to Little Cayman and how he felt about his life and work here.

We sat down and he told me about his days working as a nuclear engineer at a navy shipyard in Virginia and how unhappy he had been.

About how one day, someone had handed him a slip of paper on his way to work, that asked have you accepted Jesus Christ as your Lord and savior.

That he had been working the third shift that night and he went over to look at the bible on a colleague’s desk and realized that he needed to ask Jesus into his life.

(Kim: Saturday, in the mail, I got a book in the mail that I had ordered for the author (Jim Stone) of a book called Stranger than Fiction. The book I had ordered was also called Stranger than Fiction, but was by my great uncle, Lewis Browne.

The book was all marked up only on the chapter on Jesus (Joshua), who Lewis describes as the "most written about Jew."

The parts of the book that were underlined were all about Jesus, and how he was warm and kind, as opposed to the other prophets who were fierce and impatient. I felt more akin to him on that accord.)

About how his wife, a dental hygienist, had been upset at first when he told her he was saved and had said, you’re not going to go all Jesus freaky on me, are you?

That eventually, she became interested in Jesus, too, and he could tell because her disposition changed. They had had problems in their marriage and she had been very sad because of a miscarriage but now she was loving and supportive.

He said he spent six to eight hours preparing for every service, from picking the music to writing the sermon and that while he might sometimes like the excitement of preaching to thousands of people, as he had done in revival meetings, he was content to reach only a few people because it was serving God one person at a time.

I looked at my watch and realized it was growing late. I didn’t want my sister to worry so I said I had to go.

Almost like a man on a date who realizes he has monopolized the conversation he said, “But what about you? We haven’t really talked about you. Have you been saved? You must have a story.”

I assured him I had. Although I doubt he would have had feminism or art or cancer in mind as turning points or states of consciousness if I had elaborated. I told him I would come by the next time I was on the island and that I had enjoyed the service.

As I walked back, I thought, we all need to be saved by something. To have something we care deeply about besides our own often silly preoccupations.

Sure, I love Jesus. I love Mohammed and Allah and Buddha, too. I only do not love what (religion) has been done to humanity, to Jews and to others, in the name of religion.

(Kim: Me too!)

Later,

Joan

Monday, March 20, 2006

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