Each day the young pastor stopped at a deli-market for fruit juice on the way to work. Each day, with kindness in his voice, he greeted the man behind the counter, a middle-eastern man with Islamic beliefs. On many occasions the young pastor shared his faith in Jesus Christ with the man behind the counter. The relationship was nurtured with love and consistency. The Islamic man could not understand why the young pastor’s God would be willing to suffer. There was no place for such an ideology in his belief system. Then The Passion of The Christ rolled into town.
Seizing the opportunity, the young pastor encouraged his middle-eastern friend to view the film. He did. A few days later the ritual was rehearsed for the dozenth time: A drive to work in Redmond and a stop at the deli for fruit
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