He was a tall young guy, maybe 20 years old, standing next to a big blue pickup. It was a cold drizzly night, and he was wearing shorts. I stopped him after he filled up with gas to ask him my question. I had to really look up at him.
He barely hesitated in saying yes. So I prayed for him on the spot. He asked me then what church I went to. I told him, and I returned the question. His was the Church of Christ in Newton. We wished each other well and parted. There wasn't much to it, but it was an affirmation of our faith for both of us -- just confessing that we believe.
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