There she was: a rather well dressed black woman thumbing through a Wicca book at Barnes and Noble. I thought it might be too dangerous to interrupt this lady from her satanic curiosity and engage her with the gospel at this time. Still, I chose to throw all caution to the wind…

“Excuse me,” I said politely as I handed her a gospel tract, “Did you get one of these million-dollar bills?”

Smoke billowed from her temples as she glowered at me with blood-shot eyes, then licked her venomous lips with a serpent tongue before hissing, “What issssssssss it you want you little scumbag?”

I was taken aback. I couldn’t believe what was happening.

I couldn’t believe this was happening because it didn’t happen. Actually, she was very nice, looked up from her book and took the million-dollars from me very gently. And then she graciously said thank-you.

“May I ask you the million-dollar question? If you were to die today would you go to heaven or hell?”

“Heaven,” she answered.

“Why is that?”

“Because I am saved by the blood of Jesus; He’s my Savior.”

“Uhh, great,” I stammered. I was at a complete loss for words and stumbled away shaking my head. I thought about this a moment and felt that I had let this poor, confused—obviously back-slidden—woman off way too easy. How in the world could a real born-again, saved-by-grace, Bible-believing-Christian-lady call Jesus her Savior and be studying witchcraft? And why was she in the New-Age-demon section of all places anyway? I had to confront this misguided person right now; someone had to set her straight and that someone was I. Didn’t Jesus seek and save that which was lost?

“Uh, excuse me,” I interrupted again. “You said that you are a Christian, yet here you are in the witch section. How can that be?”

She winked, looked both ways, and said in a conspiratorial whisper, “I’m on a mission.”

Yeah, I’ll bet. She’s probably putting hexes on all the people that visit the Christian Romance section. “What kind of mission?” I asked.

“See these?” She chuckled to herself as she showed me her little white business cards. “I’m putting these in all the books and I’m praying for all the people that read them.”

The cards read: John 3:3- “In reply Jesus declared, ‘I tell you the truth, no one can see the kingdom of God unless he is born again.’”

God sure uses nutty people.