It was an older, model GMC mini-van -- part of that first, boxy generation of mini-vans. The driver, himself, was an older man filling up with gas at the Valley Center Kwik Shop. I pulled in next to him and stopped him just as he was opening his door to leave.
He stopped and half-turned toward me, listening to my question. He just paused. I explained my project. And then he said yes. So I prayed for him there, asking God to bless him. The man said, "amen," and extended his hand to mine. "God bless you," I said. He returned those words.
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