The Hand of God. . .
Today I met a couple of men in a garage at a men's halfway house in Butler, Indiana. My friend wanted to introduce me to the manager of the facility. They were sitting in the garage, talking on folding chairs, I know not about what. But surrounded by tools, and parts, and a car with a disassembled front end, upon learning that I was a chaplain mentoring one of their newly arrived residents, they said that if a vehicle of mine ever needed repair that they would be glad to do it for me. It took me back. . .probably 20 years ago, to a similar happening. I was ministering to a fellow who had recently been released from jail, and needed a vehicle to get back and forth to work. I had an old Chevy S10 pickup truck that I was going to let him use, but it had a failing fuel pump. Maple City chapel church in Goshen, Indiana was located in a former Kmart I believe. It had several car service bays where tire changes were done in its former life, where on Wednesda...