Today, in the course of my day, someone asked how I was doing. It was in the context of ministry.

I was honest and transparent as I usually am.

But then something strange happened.

A guy pulled me aside, sat down with me, placed his hand on my shoulder and prayed for me.

It was all I could do to keep myself composed.

Because I realized that, outside of my wife, no one has done that in several years.

Sure, people have prayed for me but not in the context of my confession and vulnerability. Sad, but true.

It felt good.