On my flight Saturday to Denver, I was … solicited by a Christian man. I don’t even know what to call it, but the person next to me spent the better part of a two hour flight talking to me about how the US needs to take back the Lord’s will in our work as a country.
Even before we got to the awkward preachy part, “Frank” was a bit much. I thought I had it made with a seat at a window in the very front of the plane, perfect for a 6am flight that would be great for, say, sleep. Frank, though, felt the need to inform me that since there were no seats in front of us I’d probably be told to put my bag in the overhead compartment. I wasn’t. We managed to take off in silence, but that was about as far as it went. Frank wanted to know all about me and my job, if I lived in Dallas (no, just connecting ), and then with zero prompting gave me all the deets about the Alaska mission trip he was headed on.
Now, make no mistake , I was giving ZERO indication that I wanted to talk. I had a magazine out that I was staring at and TURNING PAGES while Frank continued to talk. When drinks came around, Frank said very matter-of-factly. “Janis, when you are done with drinks could I please talk to you about something? ” Janis seemed a little startled but came back when she was able. Bless her heart. At this point I had no idea what was going on until I heard Frank say very boldly “Janis, I have a question to ask you. My wife tells me that I put my foot in my mouth a lot, but I have to ask anyway. (Janis is nodding somewhat impatiently) Janis, do you ever pray for our country?”
Ugh. Here we go.