Today I went to Burger King with a coworker who spoke entirely of Jesus the whole time I was shoving a double Whopper in my face. He asked me questions which seemed to indicate concern, and then followed them up with the fact that I needed Jesus in my life. I told him the same thing I tell everyone who asks, which is that I believe God is everywhere and in everything, and that I don't need to go through one dude to get to him, no matter how cool that dude may be.
"What does a car run on?" he asked me.
"Well, gas usually," I said through a mouthful of fries before moving onto my mango smoothie.
"Right, and what do we run on?"
"Jesus?" I said, scrunching my face up behind the smoothie in genuine curiosity.
Later on the way back, we were nearly creamed by a speeding car whilst turning into the parking lot. I told him I was sorry I'd almost killed him and he told me not to worry, because, "I know where I'm going when I die."
Nice guy otherwise, but I wanted to shove him out the door and into the path of that oncoming car.