I stopped in a small cafe. There was only one woman working, and there were several customers ahead of me. I sat at the counter and waited.
Finally, the woman began to prepare my lunch. I was surprised that she took out a bowl of eggs and made egg salad from scratch. Then, she picked up a loaf of bread, sliced it, and assembled my sandwich.
As I ate, she asked me about my studies. She told me that she had never shared this with anyone, but that God talks to her. At length, she described visions of bright lights shooting from statues in her church. I briefly wondered if the woman was crazy, but I knew that she was telling the truth.
As I walked away, I thought, "Wasn't my heart burning when she spoke to me?" I knew that Jesus was present in the slicing of the bread.