Fast-forward to this year to the first miracle. I was putting up flyers for our adult café ministry, Uncommon Grounds Café, with my aunt. We were walking out of a place when my aunt said that she saw Keith drive by. So, I told her that we should jump in her car and race to the grocery store where we thought he was going. After, I brief my aunt on why we were going to do it, we into her car, drove to the store. We found out we were right; he was there. So I jumped out of the car and ran over to Keith because he was about to get into his car. When I got to his car, he was opening his door, so I quickly opened the passenger side door and sat down. He was a little surprised, but I had the chance to talk to him for a few minutes and do some catching up with him. Then, I gave him one of the cards I had created to advertise the upcoming Uncommon Grounds Café concert with the group called Chalice at church. He promised me he would come and then told me to call him and remind him. My aunt revealed later that his number had changed so I would have to get it off of somebody. Thankfully, I soon got his number from his mom one Sunday so I could call him.

Then, on the week of the Uncommon Grounds Café concert, I called Keith to remind him to keep his promise to attend the concert. The first time I reminded him to come to the concert on a break in my computer class. Then, I called a second time and his mom answered the phone because he was out, but, thankfully, she had been reminding him to attend Uncommon Grounds. When the big day finally came, my aunt and I waited for Keith to show up at the concert, and, miraculously, he showed up to the concert. He spent some time with us and talked with my aunt for a while. After that night, he started coming to church again and he came back to Jesus.

After all was well with Keith, the second miracle took place. I was in my computer class when the woman next to me said she was cold and I let her borrow my hoodie for a while. Then, we took a test, and since I finished the test before the woman did, I waited for her to finish the test so that I could get my hoodie back. Meanwhile, I went on Facebook to waste time. While I was on Facebook, my pastor emailed me for Keith’s number after talking to my great-grandma who knew I had it. We were going to my grandma after my class so I would have had to call him to give the number or message when I got on that night at nine o’clock. After all was said and done a couple of weeks later, I realized that Keith was you will remember my former Sunday School teacher and now as in Keith’s words I was teaching him. Keith, his mom, my aunt, my great-grandma and me all had a good laugh at that when I told them about Keith being my Sunday school teacher.

Finally, on a more recent Sunday, Keith and I were talking and I asked him about participating in small groups at our church. I specifically requested that he would join the small group I joined, which he said he would try, we talked that about the next week, and while we were talking, he mentioned that our pastor wanted him to join one of the other small groups. I was slightly disappointed that we would be in different small groups, but once I heard that the small group that Keith was going to joined was about John Bevere’s book, The Bait of Satan: Living Free from the Deadly Trap of Offense, and what they would be going over, I knew that this other group was the group he needed to be in, not mine. In fact, I so much wanted to make sure he went there that I signed him up to join that small group with his consent.

Then the week of the beginning of small groups came and the third miracle happen, I went to my small group, the leader there said we were going to the small group that Keith goes to because we only had like two people. So we went there and I got to see Keith. Then the ride home with my original small group leader told me that we were just all going to go to the small group that Keith was going too. Now I don’t want to get the wrong impression I enjoyed the small group just Keith being there was as the expression goes “is the icing on the cake”.

Overall, the best and yet coolest thing about our relationship is that we have a relationship that is much like a father-son relationship. We compare our relationship to a father-son relationship because I almost feel like a father to him when we discuss spiritual issues. I also feel like a parent watching a child growing up, and I’m proud of how far he has come from coming back to the church.

Thus, I will never doubt that God works in mysterious ways, and I’m thankful for His grace in bringing my friend, teacher, mentor, and sort of spiritual son Keith back into my life and my hope is that this story will change your life and your walk with God just like it has changed mine.