Sunday morning, former student, Foster, and I sat down to wait for the others who usually go with us to service. We were ready early and had a few minutes to drift into conversation.
"Your prediction was right," he said.
"What do you mean?"
"About Japan."
I looked at him quizzically.
He continued. "About two or three weeks ago, you told me that you expected a massive earthquake to hit Japan any day. It looks like you were right."
I took no satisfaction in his observation. It would've been better to have been wrong, and the entire ravaged and broken island nation to our east would wholeheartedly agree with me.
