Last night, I was in the mood for something sweet. I decided to go to the store to get some brownies. On my way I saw a man who looked like a bum. He wasn't even wearing a shirt. He had a tattoo of a naked woman on his chest and he was wearing a gold cross. He approached me and asked if I could spare some change. I told him I didn't carry change. But I told him that I would give him five dollars if he would promise me that he wouldn't buy drugs or beer with it. He promised so I gave him the money and off I went. I told him I gave him the money cause God told me it is good to give to those in need. He said, "Thank you".
I got to the store, found my brownies, went to the checkout line. While standing in the checkout line, I could hear the man yelling with a group of guys outside. I could hear that these men were swearing at him. His name was Leroy. I heard Leroy shout, "Don't spit on me!" I placed my brownies on the counter and began to walk outside to see what was going on. As I was about twenty feet from the door, I heard Leroy scream at the top of his lungs. Then again. I ran toward the door, but suddenly Leroy was running inside the store. We met just inside the entrance. He had blood all over his face and hands. He had been stabbed at least twice. In the stomach and in the chest. I yelled at the store clerk to call the police. Leroy was spilling out blood all over the place. I knew the cops wouldn't make it in time.
So, I summoned up my courage, and I said to him, "Leroy... If you want to go to heaven, you've got to come check out my church. It is awesome! The pastor is hilarious, the band is great. They give away free coffee, and the worship service isn't too long. Plus, after church, we all go out for brunch."
Did I mention that I listen to Way of the Master Radio?