[Risk No. 222] One of the stranger places I’ve been is a Native American casino. I didn’t mean to step in. While visiting my parents, a friend had told me of a small store on the edge of town that sold one of my favorite craft stouts. I saw a nice looking building with the sign “smokeshop,” figuring maybe this was the store. It wasn’t! Jam-packed with people smoking cigarettes and trying to win big: sad sight. On my way out I noticed Dorris trying her luck. She was overweight and breathing with assistance of an oxygen tank. I asked if I could pray that Jesus would heal her. She kindly nodded and thanked me for offering. I knelt down next to her and asked Jesus for a miracle.
Opportunities await around so many corners, even the bizarre ones.