He had Nebraska plates on his SUV, and a Nebraska t-shirt on. He was a tall, young guy -- no more than 30 years old -- carrying a drink and some snacks out of QuikTrip. I figured he was heading home. So I asked if I could pray for him. He looked at me like I was from Mars, shrugged his shoulders and said "Sure." Then he looked at me again like I was from Mars and turned and got into his vehicle and drove away.
I prayed for him later. It's a long drive back to Nebraska, and I was the last person he talked to. Maybe for the next few hours he would think about God and his relationship to Him.
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