Growing up Jewish two families tried to save me
- •My bffWe met in the second grade. Her family met Jesus when we were in the fifth grade. They'd take me out to dinner and then we'd stop by their church. This happened once a week and for two weeks every summer. They eventually moved into a house with three other families.
- •My coworkerWhen I was nineteen I started a job at a hair salon. One of the front desk girls was maybe 45 and We would occasionally grab dinner together after a stressful day. I once went to her house and had to watch her husband play the piano while she sang contemporary Jesus jams.