John was driving home late one night when he picked up a hitchhiker. As they rode
along, he began to be suspicious of his passenger. John checked to see if his wallet was
safe in the pocket of his coat that was on the seat between them, but it wasn't there! So
he slammed on the brakes, ordered the hitchhiker out, and said, "Hand over the wallet
immediately!" The frightened hitchhiker handed over a billfold, and John drove off.
When he arrived home, he started to tell his wife about the experience, but she
interrupted him, saying, "Before I forget, John, do you know that you left your
wallet at home this morning?"
Our Daily Bread, October 2, 1992.
One of the saddest and scariest stories I've ever heard was about a young evangelist.
He was just barely 21, on fire for God, effective in his preaching and soul-winning, and
in great demand from local churches. He had preached several large crusades and was soon
invited to an area-wide effort at which he would be the main speaker. Though he was not
yet even out of college, he was a protégé of international evangelist, Sammy
was admired and considered wise. Though he didn't have a steady girlfriend, he dated
regularly at Bible college. Spiritually he was alert and mature. He was, however, naive.
The first night of the crusade he headed up the counseling ministry in a large room near
the pastor's study. A beautiful teen-ager asked if she could speak with him personally. He
tried to assign her to someone else, but when she persisted, he agreed for her to wait
until he was finished with the others. More than an hour after the meeting had ended, the
rest of the counselors and counselees had left, and he was alone with the young girl. A
few minutes later she burst from the room, screaming, "He made a pass at me! He
wanted to make love to me!" That very night the pastor of the host church and a small
group of the crusade planners confronted the young preacher and demanded an explanation.
He denied the girl's charge but had no witnesses. The girl had seemed an upstanding young
woman in the church, and there was no reason to disbelieve her story.
"What did happen in that room?" the pastor demanded. "To tell you that
would to be to make an accusation behind someone's back," he said. "Which is
what happened to me. I ask only that I be allowed to face my accuser." The pastor and
the others canceled the rest of the crusade and agreed that the young woman should be
asked to face the preacher in their presence. Two nights later she showed up with her
parents at a private board meeting. The pastor asked if she would care to speak about her
charges against the preacher. "She has already said all she has to say, "her
father said sternly, her mother nodding and glaring at the accused. "Would you, son
care to share your version of what happened in that room the other night?" "No,
sir," the evangelist said. "I see no future in that. Only she and I know the
truth, and I cannot defend myself. I'd just like to say this to her. Cindy, you know what
happened and what didn't happen in that room. If you don't tell the truth, I will be
branded and may never preach again. This will damage my reputation and that of this
church, and even that of God. If I did what you say I did, I deserve no better, but we
both know that is not the truth. I'm begging you in the name of Christ to set the record
straight." The silence hung heavy as the board and her parents watched her face
contort into a grimace before the tears began to flow. "I lied," she said
quietly. "I'm sorry. I lied. He didn't make a pass at me; I made a pass at him. When he
turned me down I was so embarrassed and ashamed and angry that I made up that story. I'm
Jerry Jenkins, Hedges, 1989, Wolgemuth & Hyatt, pp 76-78.