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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?"

"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.

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posted by Not Prince Hamlet, 11:09 AM

6 Comments:

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..."

NPH:

"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."

-OR-

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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