His name is John.  He has wild hair, wears a T-shirt with holes in it, jeans and no shoes.  This was his wardrobe for his entire four years of college.  He is brilliant.  He became a Christian while attending college.

Across the street from the campus is a well-dressed, very conservative church.  They want to develop a ministry to the students, but are not sure how to go about it.

One day John decides to go there.  He walks in with no shoes, jeans, his T-shirt, and wild hair.  The service has already started and so John starts down the aisle looking for a seat.  The church is completely packed and he can't find one.  By now people are looking a bit uncomfortable, but no one says anything.

John gets closer and closer and closer to the pulpit and when he realises there are no seats, he just squats down on the carpet.  Although perfectly acceptable behaviour at a college fellowship, this had never happened in this church before.  By now the people are really uptight, and the tension in the air is thick.

About this time, the minister realises that from way at the back of the church a deacon is slowly making his way towards John.  The deacon is in his eighties, has silver grey hair, a three-piece suit and a pocket watch.  A godly man, very elegant, very dignified, very courtly.  He walks with a cane, and as he starts walking towards this boy, everyone is saying to themselves, 'You can't blame him for what he's going to do.  How can you expect a man of his age and of his background to understand some college kid on the floor?'

It takes a long time for the man to reach the boy.  The church is utterly silent except for the clicking of the man's cane.  All eyes are focused on him.  The people are thinking, 'The minister can't even preach the sermon until the deacon does what he has to do.'

And now they see this elderly man drop his cane on the floor.  With great difficulty he lowers himself down next to John and sits with him so he won't be alone.

After a long, long time the minister speaks. 'What I'm about to preach, you will never remember.  What you have just seen, you will never forget.'

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