I knew he was big before I stepped around the gas pump to talk to him. And indeed he was as he leaned against his white Chevrolet pickup. He was maybe 40 years old. I had intentionally pulled into the stall next to him.
I asked if I could pray for him, and he immediately agreed. So we prayed right there on the spot, just a quick prayer asking for God's blessing. Then he thanked me. When we left the gas station, he drove south and I drove north.
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