I was bathing the kids when I heard the phone ring. Dana had informed the caller that he had dialed the wrong number. I love wrong numbers so I jumped up and asked for the phone. Dana knows the routine so she said, "Sir, hold on for a moment. Someone would like to speak with you."
Man: Is ____ there?
Me: No. No one lives here with that name, but I can offer eternal life.
Man: Is this 867-5309?
Me: Yes! I guess you don't have the wrong number after all. Have you ever heard the gospel?
Man: No. I'm calling from a nursing home.
Me: What do you think will happen to you when you die?
Man: I don't know. I'm not really in the mood for this.
Me: Are you sure? I really care about where you will spend eternity.
Man: I'm sure. I appreciate your time, but I don't have any interest.
There is no such thing as a wrong number. When I was informing this man that I cared about him, I did it in my most sincere voice. Since I couldn't show him tears, I wanted to make sure that he could hear them in my voice.