The other week, I made a trip to the local police station to get an affidavit. In South Africa, this is the venue you head to make a document “official”.
The officer who helped me chatted with me a bit. He inquired how long I’d been in the nation and where I stayed.
Finally he asked what I do.
“I teach the Bible and train missionaries”, I responded.
The officer nodded, raising his eyebrows. He smiled shyly and glanced around. Leaning close to me he says, “I too follow the God of the Bible.”
“Oh wonderful!”, I replied.
As the conversation progressed you could see him gaining boldness.
Finally, as I was about to leave, he waved me closer, wanting to tell me something not all could hear
“I am a born-again Christian.”
I must confess as I left, my first thoughts were not rejoicing or excitement.