Let those who love the Lord hate evil,
For He guards the lives of His faithful ones
And delivers them from the hand of the wicked.
A pastor was driving to visit another church. He had quite some distance to travel, so along the way he stopped to use the bathroom in a rest stop. Thankfully Washington rest-stops offer fairly decent bathrooms. When he had gotten into the stall, he had this experience.
Man In Next Stall: Hi.
Pastor: (Shocked) Um…Hi.
Man: How’re you?
Pastor: (Still shocked) …Fine…
[Pause. The pastor feels weirded out and hopes the conversation is over.]
Man: Where are you going?
Pastor: (Hoping short responses will shut Man up) Seattle.
Man: How much farther have you got to go?
Pastor: I’m about halfway.
Man: Sorry, honey, but I’ve got to hang up now. The guy in the stall next to me is being really weird and talking to me.
This is an allegedly true story told by the visiting pastor at my home church, then told to me by my father. So it is rather far-removed and sounds suspiciously like this story. Still, could you imagine how that would feel?! I offer this story as an example of the Power of Cell Phones; or, why you should never talk to strangers through bathroom-stall walls.