It wasn’t like Mark to pick at his food… especially with the fantastic buffet selections. He always chose this rustic grill when I came into town to visit, but this was different.

And from the way he was picking at his barbeque, I knew something was bothering him. We had eaten at this quaint weatherboard eatery many times before.

He was from southern Alabama, and I had met him several years before. It began as a business relationship but matured into another, much more important, connection between the two of us. It was during one of those business luncheons we began sharing various things about the Lord.

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