One Sunday nearly thirty years ago, a number of us were hanging around and talking with each other at our local Christian Science Society after the service, when a person none of us knew walked into the building.
A friend came over to me and said that this person was making threats and that he wanted to talk to me. I had been carrying on a lively conversation with some visitors who were visiting our society from another country, and I wondered for a minute, “Why me?” But I went toward the man.
At this time, there was a war going on in my country, and this person said to me that he was a guerrilla fighter, and that if I called the police or soldiers, he’d kill us all. He wanted to know if God existed, and said that if I could help him understand, nothing would happen to us.