It’s been almost five months that we have been attending Emmanuel Baptist Church. When we started attending, there was a gentlemen sitting in one of the pew and my girls said to me that it looked like someone from our previous church. I told her, “No way. He moved to Indiana.” So I dismissed it and thought that if I ever ran into him, I would ask him if he had a brother. Every time we see him in church, he is not close enough to talk to him. My girls, every time they see him, say “Mom, there’s Mr. Ron,” and we would laugh about it. Well on one of the days of our revival, this gentlemen approached us and said, “Do you remember me?” and I hesitantly said, “Mr. Ron?” We both began laughing. He told us he’d been attending since April but had never seen us until this week. Turns out he is temporarily in the area. What a small world!