The beard gave it away. And his willingness to be prayed for did as well. Standing next to his car while it was filling up with gas, he held out his hand to me. I took it and prayed.
I thanked him, and he asked me "what faith" I was. I told him "plain evangelical Christian." He nodded. "I'm Mennonite," he said. We chatted for a moment. I told him about my project and that I was glad to get a receptive response. "I get all sorts of reactions," I said. He grinned at that. "I believe in prayer," he said. I do, too.
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