A Tentative Return to the Seniors Center


I haven’t been back to the Hill Country Senior Citizens Activity Center since being unceremoniously booted out by the manager three weeks ago. (Read what happened by clicking here.)

But today, I returned.


After getting yelled at and having the door slammed on me by the Center’s manager for talking to her about Jesus I thought it would be wise to wait a week to see what would happen. In the meantime, I tried to arrange a mediation with a common friend, but that never materialized.

I considered my legal options, and thought about having a lawyer send a letter, but changed my mind. A good friend told me, “This is Texas. We try not to use lawyers if we don’t have to. We deal with one another one-on-one.”

So, that was my plan: One-on-one.

I waited one week.

The next week I was on vacation, so I couldn’t make it.

The following week I was sick.

After a 21 day hiatus, (Hey! Didn’t Daniel wrestle in prayer for three weeks before his request was answered?), I arrived at the Seniors Center with two of my friends—as witnesses, just in case.

The whole issue revolved around my handing out Gospel tracts or displaying them for all to see on the table. Should I bring them in? That’s what I’ve always done.

I did.

I put some trillion dollar bills in my vest pocket, and, after sitting down at the table, put a few “Are you a good person?” tracts on my bible—like always.

Then I waited.

There was no hushed silence. No dramatic music swelled in the background. No conspiratorial whispers could be heard. No one averted their eyes.


Spotting the manager, I smiled; it was not returned.

I engulfed my hot chicken-fried chicken and endured a cold shoulder.

An uneasy peace. Detente.

Romans 12:8 says, “If it is possible, as far as it depends on you, live at peace with everyone.”

And that I will do. But I will not be silent about my Savior.



  1. Praise the Lord! Glad you went back brother!

  2. Unfortunate choice of Dugout Doug for a photo. I would count you as a man of the Lord, with love and integrity and MacArthur certainly not:

    “This then is the challenge of analyzing MacArthur. He was a pompous bxxxxxxd to his troops and to his subordinate generals, and an insubordinate self-righteous arrogant insufferable pain-in-the-arse to his superiors. He was a complete and utter failure as commander of the Phillipines national defences, and an appalling disaster as a manager of allies. He failed whenever he came near a battlefield, and succeeded only when good generals won battles for him – in which case he treated them and their men with contempt and refused to acknowledge them. (When Eichelberger’s staff tried to recommend him for a Medal of Honor it was no surprise that MacArthur refused.) It is not possible to imagine any front line soldier in possession of the facts ever desiring to serve under such a person.”

  3. Steve, I have been reading your blog since I went to the ambassadors academy five years ago. You are truly an inspiration. Keep pressing on. Kevin

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