Experiencing God’s Presence with an Odd Lady on the Bus

The other morning, I sprinted three blocks in a suit and dress shoes to catch my bus and just barely made it before the bus pulled away.  As I walked down the aisle breathing heavily, I passed a young, striking, African-American woman, who spoke in a high, Disney princess-like voice and asked, “How is your day going, sir?” I walked past her and bluntly said, “Not too well.”