Two blondes and two brunettes go into a bar. 

Sounds like the classic set up for a joke, doesn’t it?  Actually, it was the set up for a transforming conversation between two groups of people who had never met before.  Who besides an omniscient Heavenly Father would have anticipated that a bar on a Friday night would be host to a conversation of such import?

I accompanied three young women out on the town one Friday night and we ended up sitting at a table near two couples from Montana.  As the conversation flowed we found out that one of them was a pastor who was grappling with the issue of truth.  It seems he had taught some erroneous doctrines earlier in his life and he was guilt ridden and struggling to come to grips with real truth in his life.

It was a joy to see these young women quickly usher this gentleman into the presence of Jesus.  How quickly they responded to his plight by empathizing and listening to him!  How easily they understood his predicament!  One of the young women even shared with him a similar experience that she was going through at this time and there was a definite connection in that moment.  Jesus was in that bar. 

As the evening went on this man’s eternal security and that those with him was not in doubt.  They all had a living and vital relationship with Christ.  It became clear that their struggle were with peripherals, not in the absolutes.  Pilate, centuries before had looked Truth right in the face and asked, “What is truth?” Then he turned from the very one who could answer him.  In the bar that night, Truth was with us and while we may not have come up with all the answers, we all left satisfied and fully knowing that we had encountered the Living God.  

The Word became flesh and blood, and moved into the neighborhood.      ~John 1:14a  (The Message)