I Sure Hope You Mean That!
My dad, while in Chicago, went through a LOT. Betrayed trust--by family and other. Disillusionment. Bereavement. He was pretty down. He had tried a church or two--searching, but was disappointed. Daddy was working as a driver's license examiner for the City of Chicago. I'm not sure exactly what that entails, but i know this part of the story. Daddy was at work one day, in some public building where people get their licenses renewed and such...when he saw a man wearing a little button on his jacket. Daddy says the small button looked like it was about a food wide instead of the half inch or so that it was, and it read "Jesus is Lord." Daddy's searching heart couldn't let that go, and he stopped the man and said, "Young man, i sure hope you mean that!" Well, the man wearing the button didn't wear it half-heartedly, and he sort of snapped to attention and told Daddy, "Yes sir, i sure do!" And thus began a conversation that was divinely...