Before we ended the call I shared how his brother was an encouragement and a breathe of fresh air and asked he continue the policy of respecting the community. I offered my condolences ordered my food, one time for the road. It was his brother who answered the phone and he shared with me that Jude died a couple of weeks ago from a heart attack at the age of 42. I also wanted to surprise him since I didn't get a chance to tell him I was leaving the area. Rather than explain my order to the new person I asked for Jude since he knew it by heart. Jude didn't answer the phone, another voice did. Today, having a tired lazy moment I placed the called to JJ's Grill since they delivered to grab me and the Heirs some dinner. I do believe had it not been for the move, I could have seen myself trying to truly be his friend and I like to think he was beginning to see me as such. For the next couple of months we would chop it up about different Christian topics: Being Saved in a hostile environment, being Christian Parents, the role of fathers etc. I shared with him my goals to enroll in Seminary during the new year and he from that moment on always called me "Preacher" "Reverand" or "Counselor" no matter how much I tried to stop him, I just would bristle at those titles he kept saying it. I learned that we liked some of the same folk: Tony Evans, Ravi Zacharis, both liked Moody even if we thought they were a bit "crazy". I think we chopped it up for like 40 mins that afternoon. Come to find out Jude was a devout Christian, to be more concise he was an apologetic. I got nervous wondering if our pleasant conversation was going to get nasty but in fact it didn't.
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At the time, I was wearing my "Theology requires brains" hoodie and he asked me if I was a Christian. I noticed this right away and thanking him for being respectful and not calling me "boss", talking down to kids, just generally not being a jerk. Jude was an interesting fellow because unlike other Arab/Indian Store restaurant owners in that area, he was actually polite, sometimes too polite, but still polite. There I meet an Indian Brother by the name of Jude. Last year during a lazy moment I decided to give them a try because I loathed Captain Hooks. So around the old house is a little hood spot called JJ's Grill. Just had a gentle reminder how short and precious life is.