I try not to judge people who come into the store, seeing as how I don’t really have data points to work with save for our brief interactions, but occasionally a customer is particularly chatty. Usually I get nothing more than mundane details about somebody’s life or comments about the news, but the other day this woman came in who I decided was crazy. Not crazy in a psychotic, random fashion, but subtly so.

She was making copies of a fitness article for her husband and we ended up talking about health in general, how little decisions every day can add up. There was an earnestness to her that unnerved me, though. She seemed to be almost too single-minded, devoting everything she had in that head of hers to the conversation. Eyes a little too wide. Leaning in just a bit too close. It wasn’t until she started fixating on just how young she thought I looked that those tiny little warning flags began to rise. She leaned in and with an unnecessary intensity emphasized to me how, in the end, it was faith in our lord Jesus who is also the Christ that can keep us healthy.

I guess Jesus provides a good cardiovascular workout, but the only way I can imagine somebody being responsible for said workout is a bit blasphemous.