About every other week, Jim and I meet here at the Swing Inn. Breakfast and God talk and job and health issues and well, just life. Guy times. Good times. At our last get together, Jim brought up a friend of his who had a marvelous job opportunity in another state, and every step seemed orchestrated by God. Prayer inundated it all. They asked for input from trusted friends. Too many coincidences to be coincidental. The job turned out to be the proverbial “died and gone to heaven” type. Until…