Actually, I shouldn't go so far as to call it that, but it's certainly the closest I've ever come to hearing one. So, while I was finishing up a long morning of paper-writing in the Biola library the other day, this guy I've never seen before came up and introduced himself and started talking to me about his life and ministry and plans for the future, etc. He was very polite and friendly, and persevered impressively through my less-than-thrilled response to his efforts. When the conversation quickly started going in the direction of "I'm going to Montreal next month to start teaching at a church there...I would really like to find a wife to share in my ministry...wouldn't you like to come to Montreal and see if you like it there...?," I decided that I needed to get out of there. But my best evasive maneuvers ("well, it's nice to meet you but I should be getting some work done now...") failed miserably. He even followed me to the copy room and started supervising my photo-copying activities. Finally, I decided that the only way get rid of him was to leave altogether. So I did. As he walked me to my car, he encouraged me to really think and pray about whether God was calling me to go to Montreal with him.
Hmm...what do you think?! I'm think I'm hearing God calling me to stay out of the library this month.
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Cracking up! I had to read this out loud to my mom.
I hear Montreal is a nice city...
(Or, you could always give him Meghan's number.)
Maybe you should practice looking not so desperate, or stop wearing that 50% single shirt to the library.
what happened to the blog streak? You're slacking here..
Marc says if you went to Montreal you could watch lots of hockey, so it can't be all bad. I say, stay away from guys who propose on the first date (oh wait, it wasn't even a date)...
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