"You Christians are always persecuting people in the east in Jesus' name!" he rambled on. Suddenly, the man pulled out a shiny object from the pocket of his hoodie. "Lord, please tell me that's a phone ..." I prayed in my mind. Seeing a handle and a trigger, I realized that it wasn't a cellphone - it was a gun. Jonathan and I slowly moved to the edge of our seats, ready for anything.