A truck approaches rather quickly and comes to a quick stop. “Why are you carrying that cross?” the male driver asks. I tell him why and he nods his head in agreement. “You know, God healed me a few months ago of congestive heart failure. I should be dead, but He brought me back to life.” He paused for a long moment. “I should be doing what you’re doing. I’ve got so much to thank God for. I saw you carrying the cross from across the street and I had to turn around and find out why you were carrying it. What you’re doing is a great testimony for the Lord.” We had a pleasant conversation about God’s love and power. With a “God bless you!” he waves good-bye and takes off, a smile across his face you can see a mile away.