Ouch!

Today I received my first physical attack for Christ. At speaker’s corner a Muslim man had forced Jay off his ladder. After several times being removed from his ladder the police showed up. They asked Jay to move. At the new location I stood in front of him to try and deter attacks. The same man who had pushed Jay off earlier came right up to me and started screaming at Jay (in my ear) “liar” repeatedly. As he pressed against me I refused to move, so he brought his knee up and hit me in the thigh. I stumbled into him with a little extra force and regained some ground. Marcus encouraged me not to retaliate. So I started quoting silently 1Cor 13. At about the fourth verse he brought his knee up and made solid contact with my groin. I fell to the ground. Apparently the man ran away. I feel no anger, but am instead awed by Christ’s willingness to die for those beating him.