Monday, October 5, 2009

Day 278- Persecution

Caden and I were out picking up breakfast this morning when I asked the clerk, "How are you today?" She replied, "I don't know. I just got here." I returned with, "Well, either way, this is the day that the Lord has made." I then scanned my debit card as an uncomfortable silence filled the room. I didn't get a smile until I handed her a gospel tract. That is about as much persecution as one really receives in the United States. I have been yelled at, fingers pointed, and my car has received some damage, but no one has ever laid their hands on me. When an awkward silence fills the room, I simply thank the Lord that I have not been beheaded, crucified upside down, or stoned to death.

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