he other day, I was working at the retirement village as usual and I was wearing the carry the call t-shirt, the one that has John 1:1-4 at the back of it. As I was carrying the pile of dishes to the counter, Mr H wheeled his chair over to me and asked me, "How do you know it's true? That verse at the back. How do you know it's for real?" I told him I knew that God was real because of how he worked in my life, that how he brought so much meaning into my life was so real and so supernatural that I couldn't put it into words. I knew it was definitely something I couldn't do on my own strength.. that I was fully convinced it was God.. that I knew He had to be the Creator of everything. I thought he was going to start this theological debate with me but, he didn't. Phew! Mr B overheard our conversation and smiled at me saying, "I'm glad he's doing some good in your life." Hehs. What could I have said? I didn't really know how to...