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Nearly 4 decades ago, Despite my academic success, I felt there was something missing in my life. But I didn't know what it was. There were a few Christians on campus who kept bugging me about Jesus. Initially, I was polite and ignored them. But one guy, my housemate, Will, was persistent, so I told him, "There are two kinds of Christians: the dumb kind and the ugly kind. You are the exception: you are both." That didn't stop him and my insults on him and Christianity continued daily.
After many failed attempts by Will to convince me of Jesus, one day he said to me, "Tony, this is the last time I am going to talk to you about Jesus."
(I was thinking in my head: Why? I was just starting to enjoy my superior intellect over your puny arguments.)
I replied, "Why? Failures haven't stopped you before. Most Christians are either dumb or ugly and you are both." He ignored my insults as usual and said, "because I am leaving on Monday."
"Where are you going?"
"To Toronto to marry my fiancée"
I knew about her from talking with him before. I said to him, "Friend, don't do it. She doesn't love you as I told you many times before. She is not even really your fiancée. A couple does not have an engagement for 2 years without seeing each other. You're a landscape worker. She is not interested in you. You will be disappointed. Don't go, my friend."
"I don't want to talk about that with you. I want to talk to you about Jesus. Before I leave you, I'd like you to go to church with me."
"Will, I feel sorry for you. If it makes you happy, I will go to church with you Sunday evening."
We walked to Brunswick Street Baptist Church. We sat down. Someone started to play the piano. To my great surprise! Yes, great surprise! She was playing my village-school school-song. What! How! At 23 years old in Canada, I was listening to the tune of my school song that I sang every weekday in a village in Hong Kong when I was 7 years old. What the heck was going on?
No surprise during the sermon. After that, Will and I attended the College and Career program post-service. Nothing unusual.
Next week, Will left for Toronto. For some strange reason, I kept going back to the church every Sunday morning and evening. I guess the girls weren't as ugly as I thought after all
After many failed attempts by Will to convince me of Jesus, one day he said to me, "Tony, this is the last time I am going to talk to you about Jesus."
(I was thinking in my head: Why? I was just starting to enjoy my superior intellect over your puny arguments.)
I replied, "Why? Failures haven't stopped you before. Most Christians are either dumb or ugly and you are both." He ignored my insults as usual and said, "because I am leaving on Monday."
"Where are you going?"
"To Toronto to marry my fiancée"
I knew about her from talking with him before. I said to him, "Friend, don't do it. She doesn't love you as I told you many times before. She is not even really your fiancée. A couple does not have an engagement for 2 years without seeing each other. You're a landscape worker. She is not interested in you. You will be disappointed. Don't go, my friend."
"I don't want to talk about that with you. I want to talk to you about Jesus. Before I leave you, I'd like you to go to church with me."
"Will, I feel sorry for you. If it makes you happy, I will go to church with you Sunday evening."
We walked to Brunswick Street Baptist Church. We sat down. Someone started to play the piano. To my great surprise! Yes, great surprise! She was playing my village-school school-song. What! How! At 23 years old in Canada, I was listening to the tune of my school song that I sang every weekday in a village in Hong Kong when I was 7 years old. What the heck was going on?
No surprise during the sermon. After that, Will and I attended the College and Career program post-service. Nothing unusual.
Next week, Will left for Toronto. For some strange reason, I kept going back to the church every Sunday morning and evening. I guess the girls weren't as ugly as I thought after all
