A church deacon, who was a barber, was feeling guilty because he had never witnessed for the Lord.
One day a man came into his shop and asked for a shave.
The barber put him in a chair and lathered his face. He thought this would be the perfect time to witness to the customer.
Nervously he asked, "S-S-Sir, are you r-r-ready to m-meet the L-L-Lord?"
The man opened his eyes wide, and saw the barber holding the razor with a shaking hand.
He jumped out of his chair and took off running down the street with the hair cloth flapping in the wind.