I used to have a job that felt like Divine Grace. Since I was raised secular, it was as close to a religious experience as I had ever had.
I was fresh out of graduate school in my late 20s, working with black foster families and relatives in dicey areas of Oakland. Not a day went by that I didn't cry -- and not just because of the sorrowful plight of the kids.
I'd never been around people like this before, who loved God, who praised Jesus, who lived to serve him. In retrospect, I think my tears came because deep in my heart, I loved God too, but I didn't know it yet...
