Coffee preaching

I didn't know I was praying for myself.

I sat down at the table next to them and soon realized that I had become an accidental voyeur to a holy moment. 

He's only about my age, but he's preaching up a storm to his coffee buddy. I started praying that his words would be heard, that his audience would listen and understand. 

The more that I listened- without even intending to- the more I realized that I needed to hear what he was preaching too.

He's drawing analogies  I understand and.... 

and now he's gone.

I get up to follow, to thank him, but he's gone.