I sat down and began to talk to the bartender about the t-shirts that I was selling for the race. Seated next to me was a middle aged man enjoying a beer probably after a long day at work. I turned to him and asked if he would like to buy one of the shirts. He politely said no and then took a sip of his beer. I said okay and continued to talk to the bartender.
A few moments later the same man turned to me and asked what kind of mission trip it was. I explained a little bit about The World Race.. you know, 11 months, 11 countries, Jesus Christ… the basics. He, then, reached for his wallet and said, "Well, I can support that, but I don't want a t-shirt."
The man handed me a one hundred dollar bill.
Praise the Lord!
