The line of people advances, some glancing left or right, some not looking at all.

I am ready for mine now, ready to tackle the task of believing without seeing.

Jostled by the person behind, she looks sheepish and chagrined at the same time.

I ask, "Are You Okay?"

"Sure," was the short reply, then she was shuffling forward with me, reading the sign that states, 'Please answer the question quickly and quietly.'

I am very close now, a beautiful gnarled oak desk with an amber hue, the gentleman sits behind; whispering one question to each person as they arrive, looking deeply in their eyes and then giving either a shake or a nod.

My turn. Question asked. "Yes Sir" is the reply.

Gently placed into my hands is a soul, mine breathed to life by the gentleman in white. A life forever claimed, changed and wondrously transformed.

Thank you.