I saw a man seated outside our gate, with a big chaplet hung around his neck. “Do you know God?” I drew closer as I heard him ask. “God?” he nodded his head and looked at me. “Yes. God.”
Of course, I knew him, I thought. I was a Christian—a staunch believer. The times my parents went to church I followed them and missed not a day. Something must have made him ask… I shuddered at the thought and winced a bit, making to ask—why?
“You need to know God.” His voice made me shudder even more. “Know God—” I saw him no more.