I was standing in the greeting line we have at church this morning. Typical Sunday. Preached a sermon on “Onesimus” from Philemon 1. The idea was that the church is a place where God extends the hand of grace to all of God’s children. During the greeting time, someone walked through the line and nudged her boy friend and said, “go ahead, ask him.” She looks at me and says, “he wants to be saved.” We stepped out of the line, he says, “I want to be saved,” we said a prayer together, and he was on his way. I wanted to cry. On the day you feel like your sermon tanks as a pastor, there’s one person who always needs to hear it. God is faithful. As for the fellow who came to Christ, I hope I see him again.