I had what you might call a divine appointment.

One morning, the Holy Spirit interrupted my thinking with the strong sense that I should leave the house and drive over to a local commercial establishment called The Factory, where I would meet somebody.

I was reluctant to stir myself; I was feeling kind of down, and it seemed as if it might be a waste of time. But the Holy Spirit was persistent, so I went out the door just the same because I have learned that these things often prove to be from God.

The Factory is a handful of upscale shops, places to eat and other enterprises housed in a collection of refurbished warehouses.

I decided to head to a café I knew, where I could order something and just sit a while. So, I got my organic, freshly made juice and a little bowl filled with nuts and fruits, and I sat down with it.

Another customer came in, and he stopped and looked at me. “Are you, like, could you maybe be James Goll?”

I did my Clark Kent routine because you never know who you might be talking to: “Well, sometimes.”

He asked if we could sit down together. Turns out he was an old friend.

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