Ever have something nice, and completely unexpected happen?
Late yesterday, while I was still in the office (yes, on a Saturday), my iPhone rang. It was Keith.
Keith and I rode the same school bus for 12 years. I was best man in his wedding, which was like two days after we graduated from the Spring Grove Area High School, in 1977.
Keith lives in Hawaii now, but while he was back home last week in our small town, he said he heard from others about my Faith.
Keith, me and Jesus.
An unlikely trio.
Not any more.
(This may take a few days to explain)