Yesterday, in the midst of a storm, someone handed me a penny.
He said Jesus told him to do it. I smiled at him at first. Condescendingly, of course. I didn't know if he was all there but I appreciated his obvious empathy to how I felt inside. I didn't know how he knew, but he knew something was up. He met my gaze and wouldn't let it go for a moment. Then turned and walked away.
I glanced down a the penny, trying to make sure I wasn't missing any possible message from the Lord. Let's see. Abraham Lincoln, freed the slaves, 16th president... so on and so on...
And then on the top... Right above his head... These words...
In God We Trust
And I suddenly understood.
