What a refreshing and blessing of a weekend the Lord provided! We saw family, friends, and got to share in two different churches in Indiana.

I am told Deanna did a great job, and the hearts of some lost and broken people in attendance were moved, deeply.

On our return flight, our plane stopped in Kansas City. Deanna and I remained on our plane for the final leg to Tulsa. There was an empty seat beside us, and we were sitting at the front.

On walked a small young man with his right leg in a brace. He asked in his pre-pubescent voice if the seat was taken. We invited him to sit down with us. He was an incredibly friendly and talkative young man, with incredible manners.

We began to talk about where we were headed, where we had come from, and what we enjoyed in life. His name is Keegan, and he is 13 years old. His birthday was a few days ago.

I asked why his leg was in a brace. He said proudly, "football." This little man was playing defensive tackle on his football team. He was injured while shooting under the centers legs and trying to grab the football. I was impressed. He was enthused.

He began to tell me how he traveled once a month between KC and Tulsa because of a broken family. His mom and his younger siblings lived in the former. His dad in the latter. His dad is a wrestling coach. Keegan who enjoyed football, had missed the junior Olympics in Greco-Roman wrestling by one place. Clearly, this was an accomplished and well spoken young man.

He continued the conversation as if he had been waiting for it all day (reminds me of someone else). He moved from topic to topic, and expressed himself quite well. He spoke of being the smallest in his class, his favorite video games and why, and his desire to be an anesthesiologist when he grew up. Apparently he had recently taken an aptitude test, and the medical field ranked high in his interests and desires.

He said most adults don't get that, and think it is an odd pursuit for a 13 year old. I tried to encourage him to say the course, if that is where he felt led.

Then he asked the question. "How many children do you have?" I responded without hesitation, as I had been silently praying for an opening to share with him. I told him about my daughters, then I told him about my son. I gave him an abbreviated version of BJ's testimony (this was a short flight). He seemed to hang on every word.

When I was done, he immediately began to speak. Three weeks ago, his stepmother died in an automobile accident. She had had a really stressful day, took something to calm her, then fell asleep at the wheel and flipped the car. She died instantly.

Keegan fought emotion as he recounted the story. He was a brave young man. We talked about death, then we talked about life...Eternal life. He listened intently. He declared his desire to give his heart to Jesus. As the plane descended from the sky into Tulsa, young Keegan gave his heart to the Lord.

As we deplaned. He stopped, turned around and waited for me. He extended his hand, and said, "it was really great to meet you, Brent. Thank you."

Incredible!

This 13 year old already seemed to be a man. He seemed to get things in a way most people his age do not. The Lord melted my heart for him, and his disposition.

Deanna sat silently throughout, praying. Praying for the salvation of one who reminded us so much of our own. Praise God! He truly answers our prayers!

brent