Recently, my wife and I went to Wichita to see our grandkids and their mom and dad. One evening they asked me to go to Dillon’s the next morning early to purchase some things. I went the next morning, arriving at Dillon’s at 7:15 a.m.

Coming from a small Kansas town I was amazed at the dairy aisle with so many products to choose from. But I could not find any of the buttermilk my daughter wanted. I asked a woman who was dragging a pallet jack loaded with boxes out of the back room, “Where is the buttermilk”? The woman gave me an angry look and said, “You will have to find it yourself.” I was kind of surprised and my first thought was to be angry with a comment back at her, but I kept quiet. I then called my daughter on the cell phone and said, “I have never seen so many milk products in my life and where exactly should I look for buttermilk?”

I am talking to my daughter on the phone at the far south end of this dairy aisle at the same time as the woman who told me to look for myself comes out of the back room and goes to the north end of the display and reaches in the refrigerator door and then without looking at me says in a loud voice, “That is all I have” and then she disappears in the back room again.

I go to the area the woman was at and in this refrigerator are three buttermilk containers in an otherwise empty area. I don’t know if she brought these three from the back room or what.

I take one and move towards the ice cream department. As I start down the aisle a man with a pallet jack filled with frozen goods is in the middle of that area. He pulls his head out of the freezer door and says, “Have you got enough room to get by my stuff?” I said, “Yes.” He says, “Good, have a great day.”

I get to the self-checkout area and am scanning my products and a woman that is working in the store filling in plastic bags at the checkout area is having a conversation out loud with God next to me. She says, “God, I need your help.” The woman actually said that twice and the Holy Spirit prompted me to say, “He will help you and is with you.” She never looked at me but said, “I had to go through Christmas by myself, He better help me.”

Three different people, in a matter of five minutes, one who was angry, one who was very happy, one who was searching for God. To be honest, the more I thought about it, I have been every one of those people in my life also, at some point of time.