In my younger days I went on several Scripture Union beach missions to Rosebud on the Victorian coast. And one of the people I met there was a young man, Terry, who had grown up in a very rough environment. His father was a wharfie in the days when the wharfs were run by the unions, and outside of his home he always carried a knife or gun or such, as protection.
One day at a beach mission, one of the leaders went missing. And while some of the leaders went in search of him most of us gathered to pray for his safe return and Terry was there with us. We prayed, the leader came back safely, we praised God and then we finished praying. As we stopped I realized Terry was crying. When I asked him what was wrong he said, “Nothing. It is just that God was so real here.”