Ranecdote #1: Gospel Light: One-third fewer calories than your regular church

Ran Cansley — Mon, 01 Oct 2007 12:39:53 -0400

My freshman year in college, I fell like a ton of bricks for a football player. What a cliche, right? He was a junior, big and brawny, sweet as pie...and a baby born-again Christian. I only knew him "after," but apparently, "before" he was hell on wheels -- a hard-partying, fight-picking jackass who went through girls like a quart of milk and scared the pants off many an underclassman. Imagine my delight when this nice, good-looking guy paid attention to me, sought me out and asked me to go to church with him. We drove twenty miles or so out into the sticks, two or even three times a week, for months. The church held more than two thousand people, and it was always full. They brought poor kids in by the busload and kept track of how many people attended each service on a big chart on the wall. Wednesday nights were my favorites -- less fire and brimstone, more classic old hymns. I'd share his bible, he'd hold the hymnbook for me, and on the way home, we'd sometimes stop at a gas station, where he'd pour a bag of Lance salted peanuts into a full Coke bottle and we'd sit in the dark on the hood of his car, sipping and chewing, talking about nothing. I had a crush the size of a billboard on that guy. It took me about six months to figure out that he wanted my soul and not my body.

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Ranecdote #1: Gospel Light: One-third fewer calories than your regular church