In Our Response Lies Our Growth and Our Freedom
I knew he was coming. He had called me earlier in the week and asked me if I could host him and his wife for dinner at our home. After calling the reference he gave me, I told him we’d be happy to.
He walked into the room where I was in the middle of leading a study group. He sat down at one of the empty chairs around the table. He listened for a few minutes, seemingly orienting himself.
What I didn’t realize was that he was doing far more than this. His mind was in high gear mode as he was formulating a strategy. There was no way I could have known because the expression on his face didn’t indicate this at all. He was a master of his trade. His trade was drama.