I have two little silver pouches that I have been holding onto for a couple of years now. Little trinkets I carry in case someone needs a little gift or pick me up. I dumped them out on the table when I was at Panera. There were 2 people sitting at a nearby table working on homework. The gentleman was wearing a shirt that said his shirt was illegal in 52 countries... and had a cross on it. I knew that he was more than likely a staunch Christian. I offered him one of my coins that had a cross on one side and on the other a biblical quote saying "With God, all things are possible." I handed him the coin and said that I had carried it a long time and felt that it was meant to be his.
He was thankful and went back to his homework.
Later after they were packing up he asked me if I was a believer... I knew at once that he was a fundamentalist... but I am no ordinary woman. I said that belief or faith implied that there could be doubt. I told him that what I had was knowledge. That I had near death experiences and so where as he had faith in God, there was no such thing for me. Just as his existence proved that he had a mother and father, I told him that I had no need to have faith they existed... if I had met his mother. In the same way my experience meant I had knowledge of God..... He wasn't satisfied. How could I know my experience was "real" and I said that it was impossible to use human words to describe God, the same when he asked me about Jesus. He then seemed satisfied that somehow I was the genuine article. He blessed me as he and his study companion left...
I was glad to let him and the coin go... I had been holding onto it for too long.