Will I Be Forced To Admit Jesus Is Lord?

I went to lunch today with two friends. One Muslim the other Christian. Great guys. We like to do this every now and then. Have some rip roaring religious debate. There are a few other Christians a few other Muslims and a few other atheists that are often involved, but it was just the three of us this time.

We were talking about healing miracles. The Muslim tells us that he prays for good things to happen but doesn't put emphasis on healings for specific illnesses. The Christian does of course.

The Christian has a tough one for me to explain. He knows a lady. Her former husband, now deceased, in fact had died and come to life again on 3 different occasions. I offer some critical facial expressions, but my friend presses on. Here's what happened on one occasion. The man arrived at the hospital and after repeated electric shock pulses and efforts to resuscitate he was pronounced dead. Toe was tagged. They put him on the gurney and took him to a place where they could temporarily store dead bodies, like those drawers that you see in movies. 12 hours later his wife arrives at the hospital. "Where's my husband?" "I'm sorry ma'am, he's passed." "No he hasn't." "Yes, I'm afraid he has. You need to make arrangements." "No, he's not dead. Take me to the body." "OK, fine, but believe us he's dead."

So she is shown the body and speaks to her husband. "Wake up honey. There's work for you to do." Husband coughs. They pull him out. He's alive. A nurse observing faints, cuts her head, and it requires 6 stitches.

And that's not the end. The lady proceeded throughout the hospital to heal various sick people. Doctors were baffled and all converted to Christianity.

This friend of mine is very intelligent and well placed professional where I work. Confident as can be. So my response was simple. "Friend, everything you just told me is complete crap." Or words to that effect. Where's the evidence? "You're going to meet the woman herself. Her husband is passed now." "Nope. I don't care about the woman. I want to meet the doctors." "You got it. We're going to get in contact with the doctors and nurses. We're going to get the best evidence you could ever ask for. The people are right over here in Sterling Heights. So are you going to admit that Jesus is Lord if I get the doctors and nurses, etc?"

Hmm. Well technically, I told him, God might exist and perform this miracle and Jesus might not be Lord. But this is all crap.

At one point he'd pulled out a $20 bill as if we would be making a bet, but then that didn't happen, so on the way to the car I asked if he was thinking of placing a bet. Sure, he'd bet. "What do you think? $100?" "Sure, I'll bet you $100." Well that's getting weird. I don't want to take $100 from my colleague. Maybe I should have. But I said $10 will get you $100. I'll take $10 from you. Nope. He doesn't want to take my money.

So here's what we settled on. I need to wear a big blazing shirt with the words "Jesus Is Lord" every Friday for a month at work. I told him I didn't think that was acceptable per the dress code, but he says he'll clear it with management. Yeah, that's fine. And I'll also have to have a blog post entitled "Jesus Is Lord."

I'm not too worried about that.