Due to an out of town appointment, the kids and I stayed in a hotel Wednesday night. Thursday morning while we were eating our complimentary breakfast in the breakfast room of the hotel, an older man man came in, got his food and sat at a table next to us. He was alone. I had seen him the night before, a matter of fact, I thought he was a worker, like a "fix it" man or something. It turned out that he was staying in the room next to ours. He was an ordinary man upon first impression. He was wearing the same clothing that I seen him in the night before, his unkempt hair, beard and attire gave little flare to his appearance. But when he sat down, he did something. Something that touched my heart, something that made me think. He prayed. He prayed out loud. A prayer of thanks to his Master, for the food he was about to eat. No hushed tones, no rushed words. I know many christians when they are in public pray over their food, but it's usually a silent, rushed prayer sometimes followed by a quick look around to see if anyone was watching.