My dad was winding down this wonderful shopping experience when he found a book he had just reviewed for a Christian book review. He snatched it up and showed it to the salesman.

“I just reviewed this book for a Christian book review.” he exclaimed proudly.

“That’s neat,” the salesman replied, as awesomely as he could.

“Have you read it?” my dad said.

The salesman slowly looked up from what he was doing. “No I haven’t.” Followed by a long awkward silence. “Actually Ken I don’t read anything other then the Bible to be honest with you.”

More silence, “Oh well, that’s great,” my Dad chirped, as he sat the book back on the dusty table and said farewell to our pseudo-pious friend. We made our way out of the musty fluorescent lit shop and out underneath the white and green striped awning of the bookstore. I looked up at my Dad wondering what he thought about the display of transparency by the devout man of God inside.

“Do you think he is lying Dad?”

“I like to believe the best son. He sure was pseudo-pious about it though.”

I looked down the street towards the town square and thought “man that guy was more like Jesus then Jesus”.

Behind the doors of the nautical styled homes that I drive past, and on every beach that I sit and enjoy the creation of God, and every coffee shop where I sit secluded by myself and read, are people. People that are not perfect. People who fight with their families, people who have addictions, people who have been hurt, people who need God. Everything is not perfect, so while I am enjoying a near perfect county I will make sure and talk to the people that I brush up against on a daily basis. Make me a deal? Do the same.

Chuk Pierpont
Greystone Loft
Sister Bay, Wisconsin.