This week I had a speaking engagement at St. Mark’s Lutheran in Hacienda Heights, about an hour east of downtown Los Angeles.
An older gentleman sat across from me on the train to LA and stared at my arms. Nothing new there; I’m used to that. Then he started crying. I asked him, Sir, are you ok? He responds: “My younger brother lost an arm when we were teenagers. He had one prosthetic and just used the other arm he still had. Seeing you was like an immediate flashback to seeing him. He’s in heaven now but it just, like, felt like just now he was telling me hello through you.”
This man & his wife, who was clutching a rosary, we’re going to Hanford, California, where my family used to visit my Grandma Berniece as kids. Symmetry. You never know where or how God may utilize you.