Sometimes Before You Ask, You Know the Answer.
November 27, 2019 –
I asked, “Are you a Christian, she said, “Yes.” Before I asked the question, I knew the answer. Then, why ask?
The cashier line at the restaurant where my wife had just eaten was short. Only one person was ahead of me as I waited to pay the bill. There were two cashiers, one training the other. I was surprised when the trainer asked me for my ticket before the young African- American lady ahead of me had completed her transaction. When the lady walked away, I stepped up to pay my bill. My second surprise happened when the cashier said, “You owe nothing.” Yes, the 20-something lady that had been ahead of me in line paid my twenty-five dollar dinner bill.
When I realized what had happened, I quickly walk out of the restaurant, looking for my benefactor. Only one car was backing out of its parking space. I walked up to the driver’s side to thank her for her thoughtfulness. After saying, “Thank you,” I asked her, are you a Christian? She said, “Yes.” That’s why I knew the answer before asking the question.
Today, I saw hope for America; a young African-American lady, and an 80-year-old Caucasian male, one receiving a blessing the other being blessed.