BBQ and a Warlock


Last weekend we went to minister to people at the Castaway Motel. I have a very special friend who lives in apartment 4. We’ve known each other for almost a year and his conversation never disappoints. The first time we met, I knocked on his door to share the gospel and offer a bag of groceries.

“Knockety, knock, knock…”

My fist interrupted as he swings open the door.

“Yes?” He says in good ol’ fashion inquiry.

And conversatin’ ensues.

We begin to discuss creation.

Yes ma’am, deep thoughts for an early summer afternoon.

I politely challenge his theology, if that’s what we’re calling it. Then, as he challenges me…he flings a necklace up over his collar. There suspended on a silver rope chain wobbles a satanic pentagram. Shock stops strategic words.

I blurt out, “Ummmm, does that mean you are not going to pray with me right now?” He scratches his head with a smirk and looks as lost as last year’s Easter eggs!

All he could do?

Laugh, giggle, and point at the stay-at-home-flip-flop-wearing-mama trying to share Jesus with the likes of him.

“Warlock, my darling,’” he condescends.

“That’s what I am.” Of course my high-speed mouth didn’t stop chattering and I prayed for us anyway.

We’ve been friends ever since. You can always find us in the parking lot talking about Jesus and resurrection and repentin’.

Yes sir he believes there is a Jesus and possibly even a resurrected one. But when I press, and I do, I can’t help but think he believes like the demons do. The Bible says even the demons believe Jesus was the crucified and resurrected Son of God. What makes him any different?

He’s probably not really a warlock and he’s probably not a demon either.

But long ago Paul tells Roman Christians that to believe in the saving resurrection of Christ from the dead is to confess the sovereign lordship of Jesus over their lives. It’s more than intellect. It’s more than cheap words rolling over a tongue. It’s about Jesus being Lord.

The warlock tells me repetitiously he knows the Bible. But if Paul were here today, he’d say belief in Jesus for salvation involves far more than intellectual assent. We can all profess belief in Jesus publically but still not possess him personally. Only those who know Christ relationally and are obedient to His commands will enter his kingdom.


That’s why I’m here in this parking lot serving, even when sometimes I don’t feel like it. That’s why I’m weaving gospel threads into every conversation… because I care…about his eternity.

As we gather up our tables and such, I tell him I will pray for him.

He likes to get my goat so he puts up with me. “Okay,” he says.

Hand perched on one hip I say, I am praying you come face to face with Jesus and that he reaches into the depths of your heart, gives you the spirit of revelation, and saves your soul from the clutches of sin.  I’m just sayin’!

He walks away with his BBQ sandwich in disbelief. I walk away with my crusty crock-pot in belief that prayer is both powerful and effective.

I’ll let you know what God does….


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I can totally picture you saying, “so, does that mean you’re not gonna pray with me?!” Love it! I also love this truth… “We can all profess belief in Jesus publicly but still not possess him personally.” So true! Great post, love you!

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Very cute, Kelli. You go right ahead and “press” when those opportunities arise.
Great post!

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