Almost Saved
Mike O'Reilly
I picked up the phone
and it was my youth group
pastor from church
wanting to take me out
for a Coke sometime and I
said sure that would be
alright, knowing all along
that he just wanted to
address the daunting question
of my spiritual status,
which was unclear, even to
me, at the time.
I hung up with a
tremendously queasy
feeling in my stomach and
started crying.
The issue would be
hammered out for me
over an ice cold Coke, the
American cure-all.
And when they shoved Jesus
down my throat I chewed
on Him for many years
before I spit him out like
a piece of cheap gum that
had lost it's flavor.
