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  1. This story reminds me of the following incident many decades ago when our son was about six years old. We had arrived at the Colegio Adventista del Plata, in Argentina, now known as Universidad Adventista del Plata.

    Our son had a Micky Mouse play watch he treasured very much. The school had experienced a long rainy season and the weeds had grown as tall as our boy.

    When we got back from a meeting, our boy realized with great alarm that the cover of his watch was missing. He asked me to go back and look for it.

    I told him that it would be impossible to find it due to the tall weeds that grew along the pathway between our house and the school.

    Then he said: “Can we pray?” I thought to myself: “God was busy running the universe. Would he bother to help us find the cover of a play watch?” But then it dawned on me that perhaps the Lord wanted to build my boy’s faith in His providence.

    I took our flashlight and started in our search. We had walked barely a few steps and spotted the missing play swatch cover among the tall weeds.

    Of course, we knelt down and thanked the Lord for his incredible interest in our happiness.

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At a camp meeting 40 years later, I happened to see Dr. I. demonstrating some kind of health product, if I remember correctly. (In my mind, I see only the image of him, much older, but still looking much like he did when I was a student, with a friend by my side.) I lingered a little but did not introduce myself. I briefly wondered whether he recognized me. I’m fairly sure that I was as recognizable to him as he was to me.

Had he changed? Or did he still feel superior in his “humility”? Should I talk to him? I didn’t know how to approach him, and was busy with friends. I still don’t know whether I should have said something. (Maybe I’m just a coward.)

If God wants him to see my story, his and my identity are clear enough in this post, that God can direct him to it.