Sunday night at the Baptist church was a God moment for me. When we broke up into prayer groups, one of the men in my group was Ken. He was older man, had the hippie appearance - white beard, his hair tied back into a ponytail, and carried his Bible.

I got to know a fair bit about him. He is a believer, and just recently separated from his wife, at the time their house burned down. I forget which city he is from, but somewhere here in Alberta. He is now working full time (14 hour days, 7 days/week, one day off every 10-12 weeks) in the oilsands. He has nothing, materially. He's not sure where he's going once the seasonal layoffs begin in November. But he seemed to be a man full of faith, loving God.

What really touched my heart was that, as a believer, he's pretty much alone on the job site. He knows of no other beleivers, but he does have something he treasures: his short wave radio. He listens to radio broadcasts of various ministries, and particularly likes Charles Stanley.

So after the evening church service was finished, I took Ken aside and prayed for him. His boss is extremely difficult to work for - he's 30 years old thereabouts, and drinks excessively. His superior is his father, which explains why he still has a job. Ken shared this man has fired a good dozen people in the last month or so. We also exchanged contact numbers - he has my email, which he can text from his cell, and I have his #, to which I can text if I can find another cell to use. I just want to encourage this man with the odd message, to let him know that he's not alone, and that God has not forgotten him - God brought me and Ken together that night.