In all good fun I said, "God bless you." After looking around at that great voice coming from the bushes of the church and not seeing anyone, the poor guy looked perplexed. I stood up and waved to him. He smiled and said thanks. Before the light turned green and he would disappear into the L.A. traffic, he felt compelled to tell me about his allergies, the cause for his loud sneeze. "Okay," I said and then added, "But God has blessed you, you know that don't you?"
A smile came over his face, he said thanks and drove off. I by no means would consider myself an evangelical, making converts for the Lord kind of guy. But for once in my life, it seemed as easy as sneezing out load, and equally as surprising.