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Last Thursday about 10:30, I was going to sleep (slowly, I have a bit of insomnia) while my roommate was still up. He left the door open because he "doesn't like feeling confined."
I was stretched out on my stomach with my hands down at my sides. Suddenly, I felt a small book in my right hand. I turned about and saw someone racing out of the room. I obviously didn't have my glasses on, but the figure seemed tall, male, and blond.
I looked down to see that I was holding one of those green Gideon bibles that is just the New Testament, Psalms, and Proverbs. I asked my roommate about the guy, but he had been getting something out of his dresser and had had not seen the guy. People in the hallway had seen a guy racing away but could not describe him in detail.
When I told the creative writing club about this the next day during our informal chatty meeting, they dubbed him the "Bible Ninja."
I wanted to hear what this guy had to say, so I printed off a sign and put it on my door:
To the person who put the Bible in my hand on Thursday: I am really curious about your intentions. Was this a wierd joke or do you really think I need it. Either way, I'd like to talk. E-mail ---, call ---, or just stop by when I am not sleeping.
On Monday, I came back into my room to find this sign ripped off the door, folded, and placed on my computer keyboard. I asked my roommate about this, and he said that he had left the door open for about five minutes while he went out.
I later discovered that, during this time, the Bible Ninja had turned on my computer, set my browser homepage to www.gideons.org, and turned off my computer again. And yes, I have given my freshman roommate a couple of rather stern lectures about keeping the doors closed and locked when he is not in.
On Monday afternoon, I received the following e-mail message from a Yahoo account that had been created that day:
SO...I have heard that you want to know who I am. Well I personally think that a better question would be, who are you. Have you thought that maybe the Bible was symbolistic? Is everything in your life going ok cause you seem like a troubled person. Is there something that you need to talk to someone about? Its ok, everyone has problems. You can admitt it, there isnt a reason to be ashamed. Oh well. Until next time.............
To which I replied:
You must have heard wrong, because I never said that I wanted to know who you are. What the sign said was that I am curious about your intentions and wanted to talk.
So I seem like a troubled person, do I? What makes you think that? What is it about me that made you want to deliver that thing? And why didn't you just hand it to me face to face, instead of sneaking around like a thief in the night?
"No one lights a lamp and hides it in a jar or puts it under a bed. Instead, he puts it on a stand, so that those who come in can see the light. For there is nothing hidden that will not be disclosed, and nothing concealed that will not be known or brought out into the open."
--Luke 8:16-17
On Monday evening I got this message:
Could it be that you have absolutly no idea of what you are talking about?
Could it be that you have no idea how anyone sees you? Are you a happy
person? Do you have ANY friends? Do you get along well with others?
Maybe your soul isnt trouble about yourself...maybe other people are trouble
with you...
And I responded with:
Obviously I don't know how you see me. That's why I asked you to enlighten me. Give me specifics, not vague generalities. If you are troubled about me, tell me why. Do you think I am a sad, disturbed person because I go to sleep early and don't like drinking or going to parties?
And you probably don't believe me, but I do have friends, both in Reynolds and scattered about the college. I routinely keep in contact with a group of friends from high school. I simply, like any person, tend to make friends with people who are like me. And admittedly, these people are a bit rare. But they do make good friends.
Then, on Tuesday, I received this:
Richard,
What do you think is wrong with your life?
My reply:
I don't think anything is wrong with my life. Compared to just about everybody who has ever lived, I exist in a paradise. I have plenty of food, shelter, clothing, and other necessities. I do not live in fear of war, plague, violence, or famine. God has blessed me with good health and a good family, as well as the opportunity to educate myself and feed my intellect and curiosity. I am almost completely free of stress and other emotional turmoil. My life is well ordered and comfortable. In fact, you are the most bizarre and disturbing thing that has happened to me in a long time.
If you are indeed a Christian, you must know that the signs and qualities of the Holy Spirit are love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, and self-control. If you wish to convince me that something is wrong with me, you must show how I lack these qualities.
As you may have guessed, I already have a Bible. It is a nice one, and I carried it all over Europe, reading it in places from cathedrals to youth hostels. I would like to return your Bible to you, so that you can give it to someone who needs it more. It might also be nice to talk to you in person. If you really want to tell me something, it would be far more effective to come out of hiding and meet me openly and honestly.
When I sent this message, my email system reloaded and I then saw this in my inbox:
Wassssssssssssssssup RICHARDO? How was your day? Did you feel better after your run this morning? Does it help you feel like a person with meaning? Do you think about how lonely you are while you are running? Or is it when you rush from place to place? What do you dream about? Its funny that you say you have friends. I bet you would like to have friends. I feel sorry for you.....
The text was actually interspersed with emoticons, which would be too much trouble to duplicate. I replied with:
Our emails crossed. You think I am a disturbed person because I enjoy a morning jog? Exactly how do you equate cardiovascular fitness with a lack of spiritual or mental health?
You seem to enjoy making rash judgements about other people, and throwing about insults. Is that the example you wish to send to someone you think needs Christ?
That's the last I've heard, but I expect more e-mails soon. Note that the last e-mail helps give clues to the guy's identity. For a while, I thought that he might be one of my roommate's buddies, but anyone in communication with my roommate would know that I did not in fact go jogging on Tuesday morning. I got up at about 8:30, dressed for class, and left with my books. So whoever is is has observed me enough to form a few cursory impressions, but obviously does not know me well and is not watching too closely. The number of people who routinely get up early enough to see me jog is quite small.
I still have a suspicion that this guy is not in fact a Christian, but is pulling some complicated practical joke. Anyway, I'll keep updates coming as they occur.
I was stretched out on my stomach with my hands down at my sides. Suddenly, I felt a small book in my right hand. I turned about and saw someone racing out of the room. I obviously didn't have my glasses on, but the figure seemed tall, male, and blond.
I looked down to see that I was holding one of those green Gideon bibles that is just the New Testament, Psalms, and Proverbs. I asked my roommate about the guy, but he had been getting something out of his dresser and had had not seen the guy. People in the hallway had seen a guy racing away but could not describe him in detail.
When I told the creative writing club about this the next day during our informal chatty meeting, they dubbed him the "Bible Ninja."
I wanted to hear what this guy had to say, so I printed off a sign and put it on my door:
To the person who put the Bible in my hand on Thursday: I am really curious about your intentions. Was this a wierd joke or do you really think I need it. Either way, I'd like to talk. E-mail ---, call ---, or just stop by when I am not sleeping.
On Monday, I came back into my room to find this sign ripped off the door, folded, and placed on my computer keyboard. I asked my roommate about this, and he said that he had left the door open for about five minutes while he went out.
I later discovered that, during this time, the Bible Ninja had turned on my computer, set my browser homepage to www.gideons.org, and turned off my computer again. And yes, I have given my freshman roommate a couple of rather stern lectures about keeping the doors closed and locked when he is not in.
On Monday afternoon, I received the following e-mail message from a Yahoo account that had been created that day:
SO...I have heard that you want to know who I am. Well I personally think that a better question would be, who are you. Have you thought that maybe the Bible was symbolistic? Is everything in your life going ok cause you seem like a troubled person. Is there something that you need to talk to someone about? Its ok, everyone has problems. You can admitt it, there isnt a reason to be ashamed. Oh well. Until next time.............
To which I replied:
You must have heard wrong, because I never said that I wanted to know who you are. What the sign said was that I am curious about your intentions and wanted to talk.
So I seem like a troubled person, do I? What makes you think that? What is it about me that made you want to deliver that thing? And why didn't you just hand it to me face to face, instead of sneaking around like a thief in the night?
"No one lights a lamp and hides it in a jar or puts it under a bed. Instead, he puts it on a stand, so that those who come in can see the light. For there is nothing hidden that will not be disclosed, and nothing concealed that will not be known or brought out into the open."
--Luke 8:16-17
On Monday evening I got this message:
Could it be that you have absolutly no idea of what you are talking about?
Could it be that you have no idea how anyone sees you? Are you a happy
person? Do you have ANY friends? Do you get along well with others?
Maybe your soul isnt trouble about yourself...maybe other people are trouble
with you...
And I responded with:
Obviously I don't know how you see me. That's why I asked you to enlighten me. Give me specifics, not vague generalities. If you are troubled about me, tell me why. Do you think I am a sad, disturbed person because I go to sleep early and don't like drinking or going to parties?
And you probably don't believe me, but I do have friends, both in Reynolds and scattered about the college. I routinely keep in contact with a group of friends from high school. I simply, like any person, tend to make friends with people who are like me. And admittedly, these people are a bit rare. But they do make good friends.
Then, on Tuesday, I received this:
Richard,
What do you think is wrong with your life?
My reply:
I don't think anything is wrong with my life. Compared to just about everybody who has ever lived, I exist in a paradise. I have plenty of food, shelter, clothing, and other necessities. I do not live in fear of war, plague, violence, or famine. God has blessed me with good health and a good family, as well as the opportunity to educate myself and feed my intellect and curiosity. I am almost completely free of stress and other emotional turmoil. My life is well ordered and comfortable. In fact, you are the most bizarre and disturbing thing that has happened to me in a long time.
If you are indeed a Christian, you must know that the signs and qualities of the Holy Spirit are love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, and self-control. If you wish to convince me that something is wrong with me, you must show how I lack these qualities.
As you may have guessed, I already have a Bible. It is a nice one, and I carried it all over Europe, reading it in places from cathedrals to youth hostels. I would like to return your Bible to you, so that you can give it to someone who needs it more. It might also be nice to talk to you in person. If you really want to tell me something, it would be far more effective to come out of hiding and meet me openly and honestly.
When I sent this message, my email system reloaded and I then saw this in my inbox:
Wassssssssssssssssup RICHARDO? How was your day? Did you feel better after your run this morning? Does it help you feel like a person with meaning? Do you think about how lonely you are while you are running? Or is it when you rush from place to place? What do you dream about? Its funny that you say you have friends. I bet you would like to have friends. I feel sorry for you.....
The text was actually interspersed with emoticons, which would be too much trouble to duplicate. I replied with:
Our emails crossed. You think I am a disturbed person because I enjoy a morning jog? Exactly how do you equate cardiovascular fitness with a lack of spiritual or mental health?
You seem to enjoy making rash judgements about other people, and throwing about insults. Is that the example you wish to send to someone you think needs Christ?
That's the last I've heard, but I expect more e-mails soon. Note that the last e-mail helps give clues to the guy's identity. For a while, I thought that he might be one of my roommate's buddies, but anyone in communication with my roommate would know that I did not in fact go jogging on Tuesday morning. I got up at about 8:30, dressed for class, and left with my books. So whoever is is has observed me enough to form a few cursory impressions, but obviously does not know me well and is not watching too closely. The number of people who routinely get up early enough to see me jog is quite small.
I still have a suspicion that this guy is not in fact a Christian, but is pulling some complicated practical joke. Anyway, I'll keep updates coming as they occur.
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