On my recent trip to Israel, our bus driver was a Palestinian Christian. He is a inspiring believer, living on little means. He showed me true kindness and enjoyed talking with me when he found out I was a pastor.

After a few days on the trip he asked me how many children I had. I told him, "three." He suddenly looked sad and said (in more broken English than my quote here), "I'm so sorry; I will pray that the Lord will bless you without delay."

On the plane home I was sitting next to a guy from NYC who said he was a believer. He asked how many children I had. I told him, "three." He suddenly looked shocked and said, "Ouch! I bet that third one hurt, huh?"

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