As we were leaving a large Russian Orthodox cathedral in St. Petersburg, we met a homeless man begging outside. He had a cane. We asked if we could pray for him, and with his permission we laid hands on his leg. He began to weep as the Lord touched him. Our friends got his number and gave him the contact information for a local rehab center. After a few minutes of being overwhelmed by God’s love for him, he exclaimed that his leg was completely healed and he had no more pain. As the seemingly eternal light of the northern summer sun embraced the great stone columns of the cathedral behind, he stood with happy, stunned gratitude at the way God had come to him so unexpectedly.