I had the pleasure last Thursday of enjoying lunch at my favorite upscale Mcrestaurant. Sometimes, if the place is packed, I sit with my back to the wall so I can see the people. Not much going on that day so I faced the window. I was sitting and sipping my Mcwater when I saw a young man get out of an old car and walk to the other side. After pulling at the passenger door several times he was finally able to extricate a young woman. They were both thin, tattooed, pierced and wearing their favorite metal band T-shirt. Just as they were to cross the oncoming traffic something happened. They both instinctively held out their hands to one another. Nothing special about that except that I got one of those shivers like you get when the Holy Spirit sits down and eats your last Mcfry and I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that these two really loved each other. Not only that, I also knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that God’s hand was on their union. For this couple He didn’t need me to look down on their body art, the way they dressed, or the music that bludgeoned them inside their old car. He needed me to stop and look at the beginning of what God can do in the lives of two young people. They, among the sea of those who would not, would be ok. These two would make it. These two were His and He would oversee their lives. I finished my Mcmeal and went Mctowork.