Years ago, when I pastored a church, I had a conversation with a friend that rattled me.
We grew up together in a church and both drifted away after high school.
Then I experienced a spiritual transformation in college and he raced full out the other direction.
He’d visited our church, which was now booming, a couple of times with his mom on Mother’s Day.
One evening as I was leaving the office he came by the church to deliver something for his mom. Afterward I stood at his driver’s window talking with him while he sat in his car with the engine running. That was my first clue he preparing for a quick getaway.
Easter was coming and we had a special service planned so I asked, “Why don’t you join us?”
He responded, “No, I’m really not interested. And I need to be going.” With that he rolled up his window and left me standing on the sidewalk in the dark.
I remember feeling rejected and wondering, “Was there something else I could have said?”