The OJ Observer

Mediterranean faces

Ridiculously attractive through I am, even I have a hard time understanding how in the world I get hit on everywhere I go, including places like the gas station and grocery store. Some days, like yesterday, I’m not sure if it’s a blessing or a curse.

I went grocery shopping after work last night to pick up some ingredients for sugar cookies. I planned to bake some as a surprise for a friend who is a new mom. While picking out what flavor of Greek yogurt I want to eat for breakfast every morning next week, I felt someone watching me. I glanced behind me and saw a man in a white dress shirt and black slacks observing me from his position near the orange juice.

I moved on to the milk section of the store and, when I turned around to put my selected carton in my grocery cart, I bumped into someone. “Excuse me,” I said, looking up. It was the OJ Observer. I smiled politely and continued on my way.

After picking out my chosen brand of butter, I saw the man start to approach me. I figured he must be the store manager or something, so I prepared to tell him that yes, I was finding everything that I needed (it’s true; their chocolate banana yogurt is stupendous). Instead, when he opened his mouth, the words that came out were, “Are you Middle Eastern?”

I get that a lot. I’m actually almost full-blooded German, but when I was in Italy, all the locals thought I was Italian. In Greece, everyone came up to me and started speaking Greek, thinking that I was the translator for my group of fellow Americans. I swear, it’s the nose. I’ve got a honker of a nose.

Based on his accent and dark features, the OJ Observer was clearly Middle Eastern himself, so I wasn’t surprised when he told me, “I’m Lebanese. You look like you are from my country.” He then proceeded to ask if we could “be friends.” Friends… riiiight.

I tilted my head to the side and said coyly, “Could I ask you a personal question? What religion would you consider yourself?”

Instead of answering, he smiled and asked me, “What religion do you consider yourself?” Hm, smarter than I gave him credit for.

After I told him that I was a Christian, he told me, “My parents are Muslim, but I am an atheist.”

I explained that we could be friends, but I only date fellow Christians. His tone instantly changed from sweet and obliging to aggressive and angry. “You don’t even know me. Why would you already decide not to date me, just because I am an atheist?!”

I gently told him that everything I do in this life, I try to do to bring God glory. “I will love God more than I love my husband, and I believe that even my marriage is intended to equip me to better serve God than I could in singleness, so it’s important that my husband shares that vision.”

The OJ Observer looked curious and thoughtful. “You seem very passionate about your faith. I would like to hear more about this God you serve.”

I’m doubtful that he really wants to hear more about Jesus, but I agreed to meet him at a public, well-lit coffee shop next week to talk about “this God [I] serve.” An opportunity to share my faith came up, so I’m taking it. But I’m also asking my parents for a DNA test this Christmas.

Authentically Aurora

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      • I don’t like the post because it’s filled with red-flags…so many that I don’t know where to begin…And yes…I think it is unwise for you to take the opportunity to share your faith with a potential predator… at least…it’s unwise for you to do it alone. Take a friend with you. Have someone else there so that this guy knows…this isn’t a date…because believe me…he thinks it is; and setting up a time to meet with him…gave him exactly what he wanted. one-on-one time with you. 😉 so, you were correct…he is smarter than you gave him credit for.

        Also, while reading your post…well…just read mine and maybe you’ll understand.

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  1. Yeah, that would be the one…I should have linked it to you…my apologies… I didn’t know if you would see that it was you I was meant to pray for, but I’m glad you did. And you are welcome.

    And even though I was reluctant, I do feel blessed that God would choose me to pray for you. It’s quite humbling to know that He’s still using me in ways that I may never understand, to bring Him glory and to accomplish whatever plans He has in mind.

    I wish I could share with you my story…what I’ve been through to this point…and why I believe we share a something in common, and maybe someday the Lord will allow for that. For now, just know that God loves you so much and that He’s always looking out for you and that He’s using complete strangers to pray for you.

    As for the words that He gave me, I wasn’t sure if I should share them, but I have prayed about it and believe in my heart that it’s okay, So here they are:

    Father, I do not know her, but I know that You do, and You are watching over her very soul. She is Your child. Your daughter, and you have placed on my heart a great burden for her this day and Your words are so prevalent in my mind that I can not disobey You any further. So, I pray, dear Father in Heaven, the words that You desire I pray for her. Protect her from the evil that has presented itself in her life. That by the power of our savior, Your Son, that she will be strong in her faith in Jesus, steadfast in Your truth and filled with Your wisdom and discernment to know that what is pursuing her is not of You, but of the evil one. Guide her thoughts, protect her person and remove from her presence anyone or anything that will distract her from Your love and healing. She is Yours, let her be shrewd as a serpent but as gentle as a dove and may she always seek Your approval before trying to leave Your loving arms.

    And a few hours later I read your post and realized why God wanted me to pray for you. It kind a knocked the wind out of me and that’s why I said…”Sir Calvin does not like this post.”
    Thank you for accepting my words with a gentle spirit. I wasn’t at all sure how they would come across.

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