Jesus is with me

That must sound like an interesting title, huh? Well, while I was running and then got lazy, I walked the last mile. A guy dressed in white pants and a white shirt coming from the opposite direction stopped about 10 feet in front of me, kneeled and said, "Jesus is with you!" He got up and walked past me. I walked a little more and turned to look and he was on his way. Just something that I'd never of thought would happen in suburbia; something downtown maybe...