The Lord gave me a gift today in an unlikely man. I was flying back from San Diego, sitting next to a very large man, bald head, mild fu manchu moustache, mid-fifties I suppose. He was reading a book he had just picked up from an airport kiosk: "Heaven is for Real," which is purported to be a recounting of a young boy's real life experience of heaven. I didn't think much of it and got busy with my own work... until I noticed he was crying. A great big man, sitting in the very front row of the airplane, clearly sobbing and wiping his eyes with the back of his huge hand.