It was my first time meeting someone from Saudi Arabia, and I joked, “So do you have a billion dollars?” and he said, “no only hundred millions.” I laughed. He wasn’t joking. We talked about religion in Saudi Arabia vs. US. He said “there are no Christian churches in Saudi Arabia.” I said, well, there’s gotta one, right? He said, “maybe among the foreigners but Saudi’s are 100% Muslim.” He’s wrong. but he wasn’t joking. Then I said, “Then someone should start some churches there.” He looked angry. I wasn’t joking.
This manager of Carl’s Jr. told me that everybody hates it when someone says “no pickles” or to change something else, like “no tomatoes.” “Do that when you’re at a regular restaurant, but not a fast food place, because that costs the restaurant 67 cents in worker productivity each time and slows down the next 3 orders.” Then I said, “you should charge people extra for saying ‘no pickles’” I wasn’t joking.
I picked up Joza at a strip club. She met a guy on Tinder, and he took her to a strip club on their first date. So she just left. What a douche. What a joke.
It’s not everyday that I meet someone who’s familiar with Van Til’s presuppositional apologetics. He was Reformed, although he graduated from Master’s College, now a dentist. It was refreshing to talk to someone who could actually see past the world’s illusions of success or justice. The world is lost and needs saving. and that’s no joke.
On Inauguration Day, two Trump supporters got in my car with a large American flag. We had a good discussion on politics. and yes, it was full of jokes.
It was the natural flow of conversation about God and religion, so I started sharing the gospel. That’s when he put on the brakes. not mine, but his. He was getting uncomfortable, so he switched the topic to talk about my racecar.
Hey, I got no problems changing the topic. I get it. You don’t like it. But I’m not sorry. You gave me a low rating but I’m not gonna apologize. Too many Christians are apologetic about sharing the gospel, “I’m so sorry, but can you spare a minute of your time? I’m sorry if this sounds offensive, but…” Sorry? nah, you the sorry one if you don’t listen to what I got to say. Actually, you should buy me dinner for the good news I have for you. At least give me a fat tip, because I’m doing you a huge favor. Huge! I don’t get anything out of this.
I’m just trying to save your life. Hey, if you don’t want to be saved, it’s on you, right? It’s not my life that’s hanging by a thread; it’s yours. I don’t have the gift of evangelism; I don’t feel the need to share the gospel. I’m not desperate for souls. People are free to believe whatever they want. and go to hell. It’s not my life, it’s yours. I’m just trying to offer help, and I’m not butt-hurt if you won’t take it. Don’t be conceited and reject this gift, cuz I’m not gonna offer it twice, to a stranger. And when you die, God’s offer is off the table too.
And that is no joke.