"Is there anything too difficult for me?"

The meeting at Grand Street Campus had been at once intense, humorous, and without precedent. Kenneth, our flamboyant athiest had sat stoic, absorbing the message, and at one point volunteered to read the Scriptures. The other students were swept up in the dialogue about fathers, and what God our heavenly Father was really like. God was getting through to them, and my heart thrilled to see Him move in such visible terms. After the meeting, I stepped outside and walked down the avenue. I paused and looked over my shoulder and turned my eyes to the heavens. This is what I saw brilliantly eclipsing my horizon. The spire sits atop the very place we meet in. At that very moment, God seemed to say, "is there anything too difficult for me?" I smiled and headed for the subway.