A man in a local church I used to attend had a habit of
coming up to people and asking them exactly when and how they had been saved.
He would probe for very specific details of the blessed event, presumably to confirm that
the person he was interrogating was the real deal, genuinely a believer. I can’t remember what
he did when he was dissatisfied with the answer but I’m not sure it was
anything particularly helpful.
When he did it to me, it kind of threw me. Frankly, I didn’t know how to respond to him.