I wasn’t going to answer the door. I should have ignored it.
My
sermon is usually put to bed well before Saturday night, but this
particular week I guess I was lazy, because I was in my office banging
away on the computer when I should have been at home in front of the TV
watching Hockey Night in Canada.
Maybe I was being punished for my sloth.
I answered the door.
“We
want to talk about God,” one of them said. They were two young men. One
was dressed in jeans and a t-shirt. The other was dressed in what I can
only describe as a long, dress-like, shirt with matching beige coloured
pants and sandals.
“Boy, the fish are jumping right in the boat,” I thought to myself.
I invited them to my office
and they sat down. They got right to the point.
“What do you believe about God?” one of them asked, but more like an accusation than a question.
I was taken aback. I stammered a bit. How does one sum up Christianity in a few sentences?
“We
believe that God, revealed in the person of Jesus Christ, died on the
cross and rose again three days later. And that we are joined to
Christ’s life, death, and resurrection through what we call ‘Holy
Baptism.’ And because of this we believe our sins have been forgiven,
and God has promised us new and everlasting life.”
A quick answer.
They were unimpressed.
“You also believe in the Holy Spirit?” he asked.
“Yes,” I replied. “We believe the Holy Spirit is the power of the Risen Jesus alive in us and in the world.”
I mentally patted myself on the back for such a succinct answer. But it was clear that they weren’t buying
it.
“So, you believe in three gods?” he asked.
“No, we believe in One God, three Persons.”
“What’s the difference?” he asked, his voice rising.
“Think
of H20, it is liquid, steam, and ice. Three different expressions of
the same substance,” I said, knowing how oversimplified my answer was.
Again, they looked unimpressed.
The
fellow in the long shirt then rose from his chair and with his index
finger pointing heavenward, he yelled, “There is not three gods, there
is only one God, and his name is Allah, and Mohammed is his prophet. The
Koran is God’s holy revelation to mankind!”
Whoa! You guys didn’t tell me you were Muslims (although I suspected as much).
“You do not have the authority to forgive sins!,” he blasted while
pointing at me, “You do not need priests to mediate between God and man…!”
“How
about between God and women?” I thought to myself, “And who said
anything about priests? This is a LUTHERAN church. Do your homework,
buddy, if you’re going to come in here and start accusing me of things.”
“You
don’t need phony rituals like baptism and communion! All you need is to
get down on your knees and BEG Allah for forgiveness and turn your life
towards him!”
Phony rituals? Baptism and communion? He obviously came with a prepared speech.
His
sidekick chimed in. He had a softer tone, clearly the good cop to his
friend’s bad cop. “It’s not that we’re trying to convert you,” he said,
“We just want to have a conversation.”
Really.
“This 'conversation' is over,” I said ushering them to the door.
And
as they were leaving, the loud one turned to me and said, “You’ve been
given
Allah’s message from not ONE, but TWO Muslims. You need to turn your
life over to the true God NOW, before it’s too late. You could die
tonight on the way home, and if you don't repent, you will find yourself
in damnation.”
Was that a threat? (whole thing here)
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