I was running errands tonight and walked into Wal-Mart for a few things. As I cleared the doorway, I noticed four gentlemen coming towards me. They were standing quite close to each other, almost like they were huddled together. I reached out my hand, to the man in the front, and said, "Did you get one of these?" He didn't even turn to me. He didn't look at me. In fact, he didn't seem to move to the right or the to the left. He had sunglasses on--which I thought was strange since it was after 8pm. He kept his hands behind his back and walked straight ahead. "How rude." I thought to myself. "Oh well...I'll just see if one of the other nice gentlemen will care to take a gospel tract."
So I reached out my hand towards the man in the back of the small group and said, "Did you get one of these?" He politely smiled and took it. I was thankful.
Then I saw a familiar face. The Wal-Mart Greeter at the door. Each week I try to give her a new tract. She turned to me shaking her head and said, "That man sure did need one of those gospel messages!"
"Really?" I inquired.
"Yes." She added. "He needed to read it because he was on his way to jail!"
"That's terrible!" I exclaimed.
"Yep...He just stole something!" She added. "And his hands were cuffed behind his back. So that's why he couldn't reach out to grab your million dollar bill. These poor kids just break my heart these days."
"No wonder he was acting so weird, Ma'am.... I guess he had a good excuse not to take the tract." I smiled.