You've Made a Disciple
You've Made a Disciple
by William Willimon

Willimon, a University Chaplain, tells about the time he got a call from a parent who was very upset because his graduate school bound daughter had just informed him that she was going to go do mission work with the Presbyterians in Haiti.
“Isn’t that absurd!” shouted the father. “A Bachelor of Science degree in mechanical engineering and she’s going to dig ditches in Haiti. …I hold you personally responsible,” he said.
“Me? What have I done?”
“You ingratiated yourself with her, filled her head with all that religion stuff. She likes you, that’s why she’s doing this foolishness,” he said.
“Now look, buster,” Willimon said, struggling to keep his ministerial composure, “Weren’t you the one who had her baptised?”
“Why, yes,” he said.
“And then, didn’t you read her Bible stories, take her to Sunday School, let her go on that trip with the Presbyterian Youth Fellowship?”
“Well, yes, but …”
“Don’t but me,” Willimon said. “It’s your fault that she believed all that stuff, that she’s gone and thrown it all away on Jesus, not mine. You’re the one who introduced her to Jesus, not me.”
“But all we ever wanted her to be was a Presbyterian,” he said, meekly.
“Sorry. You’ve messed up and made a disciple.”