"Seeing I was getting a bit fidgety and defensive, Kit suggested spending the rest of the afternoon in quiet "listening." For what, I didn't know. Expecting Kit's guidance for determining my next move in life, I was now going to blow an entire day listening to birds chirp. I bundled up, grabbed a notebook and a pen, and we headed out into the frigid Connecticut winter. Kit led me along a wooded trail to an old dairy barn and escorted me upstairs to the hayloft, which had been converted into a sitting room. Pulling from his pocket a box of matches, he lit the single candle on a small wooden table, motioning me to take a seat.
Kit stood gazing out the window while I watched the small flame in the middle of the room. A few moments had passed when he began speaking to God on my behalf as if I weren't even there. Appealing to Jesus for my worn—out soul to find rest in him, he was seeing more deeply into my need than I could see myself. Maybe he knew something I didn't."
(Jim Palmer. Divine Nobodies: Shedding Religion To Find God- And the unlikely people who help you.)
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