an oldie but goodie... (Received as an anonymous e-mail)
His name was Bill. He had wild hair, wore T-shirts with holes in them, jeans, and no shoes, literally his wardrobe for his entire four years of college.

He was brilliant. Kind of esoteric and very, very bright. He became a Christian while attending college.

Across the street from the campus was a well-dressed, very conservative church. They wanted to develop a ministry to the students, but were not sure how to go about it. One day Bill decided to go there.

He walked in with no shoes, wearing jeans, his T-shirt, and wild hair. The service had already started and so Bill started down the aisle looking for a seat. The church was completely packed and he could not find a seat. By now, people were really looking a bit uncomfortable, but no one was saying anything.

Bill got closer and closer and closer to the pulpit, and when he realized there were no seats, he just squatted down on the carpet. (Although it may have been acceptable behavior at a college fellowship, this had never happened in this church before!)

By now the people were really uptight, and the tension in the air was thick. About this time, the minister realized that from way at the back of the church, a deacon was slowly making his way toward Bill.

The deacon was in his eighties, had silver-gray hair, and a three-piece suit — a Godly man, very elegant, very dignified, very courtly. He walked with a cane and, as he started toward this boy, everyone was saying to themselves that you couldn't blame him for what he was going to do.

How could you expect a man of his age and of his background to understand some college kid on the floor?

It took a long time for the man to reach the boy. The church was utterly silent except for the clicking of the man’s cane. All eyes were focused on him. You couldn't even hear anyone breathing. Neither could the minister preach the sermon until the deacon had done what he had to.

When the elderly man had reached the youth, he dropped his cane on the floor. With great difficulty, he lowered himself and sat down next to Bill and worshipped with him so the youth would not be alone.

Everyone choked up with emotion. When the minister regained his composure, he said to the congregation, “What I’m about to preach, you will probably not remember. What you have just seen, you will never forget."

“Be careful how you live. You may be the only Bible some people will ever read.”

“Growing old is mandatory, growing wise is optional”

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