I was walking past ABSA bank in Sea Point (Cape Town) when a drug pusher offered me some coke -- in the middle of the day. He was a muscular African man, who spoke with a foreign accent. I said Coke? He said coke, and he opened his hand. Ah, coke (cocaine). I courteously declined. I said: "Where are you from? Where do you live? What’s your name?" He answered all my questions. I said I was a minister. He exclaimed: "Nothing is too much for God!" I said: "Where is your life going? What is God’s grand plan for you?" He leaned forward, and said to me gently: "I wish to apologise sincerely, Father, for having approached you."