I took a long walk on the beach today.
I walked from Mirimar to the Ritz. If you know Half Moon Bay, you know that’s a long walk.
On the way to the Ritz, as I passed by the campground, a young man stopped me.
He said he liked my hair. He asked how long it took to grow.
That happens all the time when you have long hair.
On the way back from the Ritz, there was this guy fishing and he recognized me.
He turned out to be the EMT who took care of a friend during a medical emergency.
We chatted a bit.
As I passed by the campground on the way back, the same young man stopped me.
He said I looked like Jesus. You get that all the time too.
Then, he asked me if I knew Jesus.
Had he known the totality of my life, he would have known what a silly question it was.
A dump of my entire life story not being practical, I replied.
“Yeah, I’ve been through that”.
He asked where I was from, and I answered.
He told me he was from Turlock.
I said politely, but in a tone sufficient to get the message across:
“If you’re selling, I’m not buying”.
The Ocean decided to throw a wave at us.
Ordinarily, I run forward and turn towards the beach when this happens.
Young Evangelical dude was blocking me. I ended up grabbing him and helping him run away too.
That slowed me down too much though, and I got soaked almost up to my waist.
Young man must have realized this was not productive, apologized and left.
My pants were soaked with water and sand.
This would have been far more annoying, except I had spare jeans in the car.
I don’t usually carry a spare. I had been meaning to bring them in the house.
God must have been smiling on me, to make me forget to take them in the house.
So.
This is how it is.
Evangelical Christians mean well; but they usually just end up soaking us.
God makes waves, EMTs and dry pants.
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