Once I saw a Russian lady officer on the street. I approached her and apologized, "I know that it is impolite to approach an unknown lady on the street, but I am a pastor and my intentions are earnest. I wish to speak to you about Christ."
She asked me, "Do you love Christ?" I said, "Yes! With all of my heart." She fell into my arms and kissed me again and again. It was a very embarrassing situation for a pastor, so I kissed her back, hoping people would think we were relatives. She exclaimed to me, "I love Christ, too!" I took her to our home and discovered to my amazement that she knew nothing about Christ--absolutely nothing--except the name. And yet she loved Him. She did not know that He is the Savior, nor what salvation means. She did not know where and how He lived and died. She did not know His teachings, His life or ministry. She was for me a psychological curiosity: how can you love someone if you know only his name? excerpt from TORTURED FOR CHRIST BY RICHARD WURMBRAND. Wearing mens shirt from Buffalo Exchange. Jones New York silk skirt (shortened). Jessica Simpson sandals. Asos clutch.
