A Messenger in the Name of Jesus…

I was happily and quietly sitting in Dr. Kamath’s lobby this morning waiting for my nurse to call me back. A very large black man sat down beside me out of all the empty chairs in the lobby. “This is too close for comfort,” I thought to myself. I could feel my old nemesis anxiety welling up from inside of me.  “Are you a family man?” the fellow asked me breaking the silence. “Oh no,” I replied. “I don’t have any kids.” “God can help you have a happy family if you pray,” he said to me. He then handed me a “tract” with Bible verses to guide me in my journey towards a happy family. Luckily, my nurse, Rebecca, called me back to get my injection thus ending that conversation.  I’m mainly ambivalent about religion, but I hate pushy Christians like that.

Source: The 4th Avenue Blues - November 14, 2013 Category: Mental Illness Authors: Andrew Quixote Source Type: blogs