They Speak with Other Tongues

“Have you ever been saved?” A rather wide-eyes young fellow startled me with his question as we walked for the bus.  He handed me a booklet with a picture of hell on the front. 

“Sure” I responded.  “Once when I was 9 years old, I was swimming at Jones Beach on Long Island, and a strong undertow began to drag me out to sea.  My Uncle heard my call for help and …..”

“No, No,” he interrupted.  “Redeemed!  Have you been redeemed?  You know reborn ….washed in the blood!”

“What,” I inquired, “in the world are you talking about?”