His name was Bill. He had wild hair, wore a T-shirt with holes
in it, jeans and no shoes. This was his wardrobe for his entire four years of
college. He was kind of eccentric but very, very bright. He became a Christian
while attending college.
Across the street from the campus was a prosperous and very
conservative church. They wanted to develop a ministry to the students, but
were not sure how to go about it.
One day Bill decides to go to the church. He walks in
with his wild hair, jeans, T-shirt, and bare feet. The service has already
started, so Bill starts down the aisle looking for a seat. The church is
completely packed and he can’t find a seat. The well-dressed people look a bit
uncomfortable, but no one says anything. Bill gets closer and closer to the
pulpit, and when he realizes there are no seats, he just
sits down right on the floor.
By now the people are really uptight, and the tension in
the air is thick.
About this time, the minister realizes that from the back
of the church, a deacon is slowly making his way toward Bill. The deacon is in
his eighties, with silver hair and a three-piece suit. A godly man, very
elegant, very dignified. Leaning on his cane, he walks down the aisle toward
the boy.
The church is utterly silent except for the clicking of
the man’s cane. All eyes are focused on him. The minister can’t even preach the
sermon until the deacon does what he has to do. Everyone expects the deacon is
going to eject Bill from church - and who could blame him?
But now they see the elderly man drop his cane on the
floor. With great difficulty, he lowers himself to sit down next to Bill and
worship with him so he won’t be alone.
Everyone chokes up with emotion. When the minister regains
his control, he says, “What I’m about to preach, you will never remember. What
you have just seen, you will never forget.”
Be careful how you live. You may be the only Bible some people
will ever read.
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