There are no Christians
October 7, 2008 · Posted in Family, Friendship, Community, Religion, Spirituality for such a time · 10 Comments
My roommate at college was always praying. He prayed when he got up in the morning. He prayed when he came in at lunchtime. He woke up at 3am every other morning to go out to the fields to pray with some of his church mates. He would meet with these church mates at least twice a week in the evenings for prayer meetings or bible readings in the room.
But my roommate was filthy. If he bathed three times a week, that was a good week. If he did his laundry once a month I was lucky. His wardrobe resembled the scene of an atomic bombing. Dirty clothes were thrown in there in a not very pleasant mixture with exercise books, library books, shoes, newspapers, unfinished meals, Christian literature, and other paraphernalia. Read more
