In a rented car on the German Autobahn, I admired the BMWs and Mercedes as they passed me going well over 100 mph. I stopped for gas, figured out the pump and went in to pay. Behind the counter, magazines, for all to see, showing men and women in various states of undress. I remarked to the cashier that in my country we would not see this at a gas station. The man shrugged. “It is true. I have been to your country. Here it is different. In Germany, we would not sell beer the same place we sell gas.”
Go in peace to love and serve the Lord!