His name was Dick. At least that's what his shirt said. It was a green shirt, and on one sleeve, it said "Midian." So I assumed he was part of the Midian Shrine in Wichita. (No, we wasn't wearing a weird hat, or driving a tiny motorcycle.)
But he seemed like a nice guy, immediately telling me that I could pray for him. He looked me right in the eye, and then asked the obvious question, "But why?" So I told him about my project. He seemed very pleased with that, and said that I absolutely could pray for him. So I did, asking God to bless him in whatever he was doing that night.
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