The Evangelist Wasting his Time

As a college student, I was returning to school one year on a Greyhound bus. One of the other passengers was a middle-aged man who seemed to be making the rounds, engaging various people in quiet conversation. 

Walking down the aisle, he would exchange pleasantries with a person, and if the person seemed willing he would sit down and talk a while. Finally it was my turn. We chatted for about fifteen minutes; he asked me questions about myself—family, studies, hobbies. 

Then the…