The Waiter Chronicles Survey: Having Jesus for Lunch

The owners of the ristorante like to tell their guests that their new waiter is a minister. Or that he's a professor of theology, depending on the guests.

Recently a guest took this news as an invitation. As I was clearing the dishes from his table (he was dining alone), he said, "So you're a minister?"

"Yeah," I answered, slightly embarrassed and concentrating intently on not dropping tapenade all over the floor.

"What denomination?"

"Presbyterian."

He looked reflectively out the window to his right and into the distance. "Well, I live in awe of the Father and fear of our Lord and Savior, and--" he turned to face me now--"friend, Jesus Christ."

Ummm . . . . "Amen?"

Seriously, what do you say when a total stranger makes such a profession of faith? What do they expect you to say?

Here's the challenge for NPH readers: come up with the best response to this guy's faith profession and post it as a comment. One winner will be chosen to receive what I live with every day: the accolades and adoration of the masses.

Get to answering. God is watching.