His name was Bill. He had wild hair, wore a T-shirt with holes in it, jeans and no shoes. This was literally his wardrobe for his entire four years of college. He was brilliant, kind of esteric and very eccentric. He became a Christian while attending college.
Across the street from the campus was a very conservative church full of well-dressed parishioners. They wanted to develop a ministry to the students but weren't sure how to go about it.
One day, Bill decided to attend the church. He walked in wearing jeans, T-shirt and no shoes. The service had already started. Bill started down the aisle looking for a seat. The church was completely packed and couldn't find a seat. By now people were looking a bit uncomfortable, but no one said anything. Bill moved closer and closer to the pulpit until he reached the front. He looked around. No seats, so he squatted down on the floor. Although perfectly acceptable behavior at a college fellowship, this had never happened in this church before.
By now the people were really uptight and tension filled the air. About this time the minister realized that a deacon, a stately, dignified, silver haired man in his 80's, was slowly, with the help of his cane, making his way down the aisle.
You could almost hear the people in the church saying, "You can't blame him for what he is about to do. How can you expect a man of his age and background to understand some college kid on the floor?"
The church was as silent as the proverbial church mouse except for the clicing of the man's can. all eyes were focused on him. Even the minister had paused from his sermon. Finally, the deacon reached Bill. He dropped his cane.
"Could you help me down, son?" he asked.
Bill reached out for the deacon and helped ease down to the floor.
"Thanks, son." The deacon nodded at the minister.
The minister smiled and looked at the audience.
"You will not remember my sermon today, I'm sure bt you will never forget what you have just seen. Be careful how you live. You may be the only Bible some people will ever read.
by Joyce Rosty
Jim Molkenthin, editor