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For Him, God Sent Us Both

December 28, 2007

By the time I slid into the backseat of his cab, I was shivering from the wind and snow that had pelted me during the hundred foot sprint from the hotel lobby. I could tell from his expression that my request to be driven through the University of Minnesota Medical campus was strange, but I explained that I was applying in the summer and it was now or never to take a look--even in the middle of a blizzard. He was knowledgeable and friendly during the drive, though, so I took him up on his offer to swing me back to the hotel to pick up luggage before taking me on to the airport. I would be early for my flight, but I wasn't opposed to giving him the additional cab fare. There was something about our conversation that made me not want to get out just yet.

He told me earlier that he had driven another "hardcore Christian" to the airport. She was a bubbly blonde whose name I recognized as also being a GYC attendee. He also showed me the tracts that she had left, now hastily strewn on the passenger seat of his cab.

"I don't know, he said. I don't get people like that. They are just too happy. It makes me think they are on the Kool-Aid, if you know what I mean." He turned around and winked at me.

Without prompting, he continued,

"All they talk about is revival and wanting people to 'get saved.' I don't even know what that 'get saved.' I guess I'm just going to hell," he said flippantly.

"No, you're not," I said.

I allowed the conversation to deviate as traffic slowed to a near halt on I-35 towards to the Minneapolis Airport. I didn't want further prompting to come from me, especially after feeling slightly less...evangelistic...than the blonde he had spoken of. As I watched the meter fare climb in standstill traffic, I was wondering if God was actually trying to prolong our time together--sans concerns about what the cab fare would be.

He asked me about my parents, and I told him about my father (whom I haven't seen since I was 13). He too was a father estranged from his son, the child of a Dutch woman he once lived with for four years.

"I haven't seen him in 15 years," he said. "You'll just have to take my word that I'm not a drug user or a pedophile. My family won't let me see him, though."

The conversation reverted back to the issue of forgiveness and how, under such difficult circumstances, we are supposed to extend it. I explained that for a Christian, it's not that the process is any easier, it's that sometimes the enthusiasm for having found a Savior ends up masking the details in the explanation.

(Continued on my name at the right)

- Re: For Him, God Sent Us Both from April, December 30, 2007

When someone just becomes a christian they experience forgiveness and it is a very good feeling!

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