I arrived in Charleston on a Wednesday and things have been picking up pretty quickly. It was pretty memorable the moment I landed: my bag handle didn’t work; my cab took forever; I was feeling rather sick. The cab finally arrived, and luckily, the driver was FULL of energy. “Hey, man” and “Wassup, wassup” over here and there – it really brought my spirits up.
I sat in the car, motioning to take my headphones off and I made out “God”, “Father” and other Christian words that seemed to signal in my mind – “This is a sermon” over the radio. After turning it off, the driver got to talking about Charleston and the area, and my plans in it all. He talked about the ratio of girls to guys (~8:1) and how being a young single guy is a great opportunity for me – heyyyy. He asked me if I’ve seen the show “Bad Girls”, and it sounded familiar – so I said yes. He started naming some names and I realized I had no idea what he was talking about. What I remember: there were “some built girls” on that show – and, I have to be careful, because not all the girls around here (Charleston) were ones to spend time with.
He got a phone call, and towards the end of the call I noticed he started referring to me – “He’s got a good spirit.” I looked up at him, “You’ve got a good spirit,” he said, “I can see that in you.” In an instant, his talk changed and he ran right into a gospel presentation. Outlining creation and the fall, and he spoke about how the Law couldn’t save us, but God in His grace made a way. He dived into the history of Satan and finished off with the importance of the Holy Spirit, and how it enables us to live with power and authority. It was at that point that I noticed a Bible on the dashboard on the front left side of the cab, as he patted it, referring to it in his discourse. Talk about an intro.
And you never say you have stories.
Do you mean I say I never have stories?