A father came up to me with a little boy. Dad told me the boy’s name was Phillip. His eyes had been crossed from birth. While his dad was explaining things to the translator I just looked at the boy standing there looking so small and afraid. I understand small and afraid. My dad died when I was 4. I just…my heart went out to the kid. I forgot which of the five steps I was on, got down on my knees, and hugged him. I used the Portuguese phrase that means “You are so precious to the Lord” and the one “fill him with your love Father God”. When I was done his eyes were fine. Both he and his dad were weeping with joy.
