"Hi there," I say, trying to sound as peppy as possible. The Cornwell reader looks up from her book, eyebrows raised, and one of the iPod girls takes out her earbuds.
"I was just wondering if I could give you guys a million dollars."
When Scott was teaching us to evangelize, he gave us several gimmicky ice-breakers to use when beginning conversations. This one is a fake million-dollar bill with a message printed in tiny letters on the back that begins: "The million-dollar question: Will you go to Heaven?"
"Sure," Cornwell girl says. "I'll take one."
"But first," I say, "I have to ask you the million-dollar question."
"Shoot."
I take a deep breath. "Do you know Jesus Christ as your personal Savior?"
iPod girl's eyes bulge. "Excuse me?" She pokes her friend, who turns over onto her back, takes out her earbuds, and stares at me.
"Um ... do you guys know Jesus ... as your Savior?"
Cornwell girl says pointedly, "We're Jewish."
"I'll take that as a no?" I say. They don't laugh. Not even the faintest trace of a smile. I turn and walk away, mumbling thanks under my breath.
As I go, I hear them talking: "What a creep," one says.