One morning while in the bush in Palma, my wife and I prayed with a local pastor, and a young boy named A’Tony. While quietly praying, I noticed that tears started to form in A’Tony’s eyes. Although the language barrier made it difficult to ascertain, I believe they were tears of joy, and A’Tony was thankful to have us their praying with him. To be honest, I don’t think it matters what caused the tears – because I could tell that A’Tony appreciated our presence, no matter what emotions he was feeling at the time. ~Charles
