John must have downloaded Firefox 2.0, because I didn’t notice any spelling errors in his latest blog entry. One of my favorite things about version 2.0 is the built in spell checker. I love it. Not that I ever need it, mind you. Nope, not me!

Yesterday afternoon I started writing a draft of today’s blog entry. I intended to finish that draft this morning. My normal routine is to wake up, pee and immediately fire up the laptop. I sit on the couch and read the latest from my favorite blogs and news sites before beginning to write here. Sometimes I won’t finish and I’ll just save a draft, intending to complete it later.

When I read John’s latest entry my day’s writing plans immediately changed. I put off the draft I started yesterday. I’ll get back to it later. Instead I’m going to tell you a bit about John Hunt.

John is the most “real” person you’ll ever meet. You don’t have to worry what he thinks about you because he’ll tell you to your face. He doesn’t believe in pretension. I appreciate that very much.

I surrendered my life to God on September 25th, 2006, a Monday. I didn’t tell John for four days, when we met that Friday to watch monster trucks running over cars at a local fairground. John brought his brother, who has been a big fan of “my work” as a pornographer for several years.

A few beers into the evening, I told John I was giving up shooting porn because I’d turned back to God. He laughed like I was joking. I told him I was serious, so he nudged his brother. The two of them both decided I was trying to pull one over on them.

It wasn’t until several days later that John actually started believing me. And it blew his mind a little. He can’t understand how I’d give up my lifestyle for a being he can’t bring himself to believe exists. I totally understand his point of view, because it wasn’t that long ago my opinions were very similar to his.

Lately, out of the blue, John sometimes asks questions about God or about core Christian beliefs. He’s seeking, and becoming a bit frustrated because he’s not finding what he’s looking for.

At first I tried to answer each question. It became apparent rather quickly that I can’t give him what he seeks. And that’s where you come in, my Constant Readers. I am asking that you keep John in your prayers and ask God to literally touch him, just as he did me. I’m asking for a dramatic “God encounter” for John. You may or may not know what I mean. Pray for it anyway. Now. Why are you still reading? You should be praying for John. [Grin]

I’m also asking that you visit his blog and leave a comment if you’re so inclined.