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Not Prince Hamlet

"Full of high sentence, but a bit obtuse."

The Waiter Chronicles Survey: Having Jesus for Lunch

Friday, August 03, 2007

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?"


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.


posted by Not Prince Hamlet, 11:09 AM


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."

"Well, I live in Loma Linda."
commented by Anonymous Point of Order, 12:12 PM  
"Thanks for sharing, would you like a to go box with that?" or "How would you like me to package that up for you?"
commented by Blogger Michael, 1:24 PM  
The early responses are strong!
commented by Blogger Not Prince Hamlet, 2:46 PM  
Let's see ... right after the affirmation of faith ...
You could gathered up a leftover breadstick and the last of a bottle of chianti and begun, "On the night when he was betrayed, our Lord took bread..."
commented by Anonymous Point of Order, 7:50 PM  
"Well, I live in awe of the Father and fear of our Lord and Savior, and friend, Jesus Christ..."


"If you really want to live in awe of the Father, I'd suggest the ravioli. Fear? I'd go with the (ahem) Pasta Primavera."


The Shawshank version:

"Put your trust in the Lord, your <***> belongs to me. (Long pause) Now, what I can get for you?"
commented by Blogger Scott, 8:14 AM  
Wow, your friends are funny...I can't win this one, but it makes me giggle lots! Miss you guys.
commented by Anonymous Anonymous, 9:16 PM  

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