Today walking home from dinner I was reminded of something that happened last(?) year. I was new at Ft Bragg, so it must have been about two years ago, and was walking to the base minimall, and someone pulled over to offer me a ride. I thought to myself that it must be someone in the company that I don’t know yet; also this was on post so I had that false sense of security that a gated community provides. I hopped in the truck and said thanked the driver, a young man of about 20-5. As we are driving along it become apparent that this is a soldier, but he is not in my company. He asks me if I am new and if I like Ft Bragg so far. I reply that I am and that I had not been very happy to PCS here. He asks me what my hobbies are and what I like to do on the weekends. I believe he is making small talk, but there is that itch on the back of my brain that is bothering me. Then he pops the big question “Have you accepted Jesus Christ into your heart as your person saviour”?
I knew it!
Then things started to get unconfortable, as some of these Evangelical Christians creep me out.
I then tell him that I am good and really am not interested. Then he starts to get upset, and I am happy that we are quickly approaching my destination. However, instead of making the second left into the shopping center, he takes the first, pulling in back of the store where the loading docks are!
I think to myself, that he very may well kill me if I don’t except Jesus right then and there. He stops the truck, and I look at the door, and it is locked. Can I escape? No one is back here and we are all alone. If I shout will someone hear me? Probably not.
“I really think you should reconsider your position and join my and my church this Wednesday for some bible study and Men’s Ministry Group” he says to me. Again I protest that I am well and good and am not actively searching for Jesus (truthfully, I didn’t even know he was missing!). He gives me a card with his number on it, puts the truck into gear, and pulls around the front, dropping me off on the curb. “So long brother, see you on Wednesday”. “Whatever” I mumble and walk quickly into the shop.
Since then, I haven’t accepted rides from people on base, unless I know them.
Be careful, this could happen to you!