Harry Lindback, a resident of Dearborn, Michigan, was a systems analyst at a large corporation in the Detroit area at the time of this story. In March of 1991, the announcement came that his department would be divested within the next 12 months, and all the people would either go along to the new firm or lose their jobs. Harry was over 50, and had a family to support, so he was especially concerned about being able to find other suitable employment outside the company. So he focused his efforts on transferring within his company to another department.

Before he knew it, it was…

On April 16 2011, I was one of approx. 20,000 people who came to Comerica Park, home of the Detroit Tigers, for a first-time prayer walk by the multi-church outreach organization in Detroit called E.A.C.H. (Everyone a Chance to Hear). That number alone is enough to make you pause and think about the sheer number of Christians who came to show support to this new Christian service movement in Detroit. But it was more impressive when that number turned out in the rain. Most were equipped with rain ponchos or umbrellas, because it was raining when we got there, and the forecast said it…

On July 22, 2012, I was attending church with my family. The music director, Bob Mervak, asked us to open our songbook to page 700 to sing "The Summons". I was quite surprised that when I opened it at random, I had opened to page 700. There were no bookmarks or bent pages to lead my fingers there. Because it was at church, and because I had already spent 15 minutes in a prayerful way, opening myself to the holy spirit and His message to me, I took it as meaningful. I felt as if the meaning was, "I'm here. Pay attention to this hymn."

Some more background before I get to the words of…

My training is as a scientist. In science, you only accept what is objective and observable.

In 1999, I had just gone through a divorce, and knew I would not be able to take care of my son while working a night job. I had worked in the inpatient psychiatry wing at Providence Hospital for 30 years. So I quit the job in April and started to look full time for a job as a teacher.

I had interviewed in a number of parochial schools. Shrine, St. Benedict, some others. After two months without a bite, I panicked. I applied for a summer camp teaching job at Roeper School for the Gifted…