After we closed today, we drove around 20 miles in the opposite direction to eat at a restaurant that we only get to visit maybe once every two months. Guess what? As we are being seated, I notice an extremely familiar face. It turns out to be none other than Bill Clark. Strange? It gets better. He invites me to sit down with his table, and he begins to rehearse the exact same account that I had shared earlier in the day about the tag team preaching. Wild.
Before today, I hadn't seen Bill Clark in many years. I don't know what to make of it.
Why do these kind of strange life events take place?
Edit* - I just looked at the business card that Brother Clark gave me and he was at least 40 miles from his hometown as well.
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