Fridays are the one day in the week when I don’t go to the gym. It helps give me a break so I don’t get burned out, plus gives me an opportunity to run errands during the week so I’m not so busy on the weekend. Usually those errands are boring and uneventful, but not today.

I’m on my way back to work, sitting at a stoplight waiting to turn left, with one car in front of me. There is a guy handing out small fliers and taking donations in a white, plastic bucket. He talks to the lady in the car in front of me, and starts walking to my car. I wave him off and mouth “No, thanks” without rolling down the window.

Side note - I don’t like to donate with cash like that for a couple of reasons. For one, you don’t know if the charity is legit, and two, I like to research and find out how much of my money is going to help and what it’s doing. The only exception is tossing some cash into the firefighter’s boot.

Anyway, while I had my hand up, I was rubbing it due to my tendinitis bothering me. The guy leaned over and had his face right next to my window, smiling. Here’s what happened:

Him: “Roll down your window!”

Me: “No, thanks.”

Him: “You in pain? Roll down your window!”

I could see he wasn’t going to budge, so I cracked it a little.

Me: “It’s just tendinitis”

Him: “Do you believe? Take my hand.” He put up his gloved hand.

Me: “No.”

Him: “Jesus Christ will heal you, take my hand.”

Me: “No he won’t,” as I rolled up my window and drove off since the light just turned green.

As a non-believer this amused me as I thought about it. Jesus would heal my repetitive stress injury through some guy standing on a street corner, as long as I believed! I guess if it didn’t get healed then I just didn’t believe or pray hard enough. Nothing like holding back a reward because the person didn’t do something exactly right or give they enough attention. Sheesh, that Jesus guy sure can be a douchebag.