When I was boy of eight or nine years old I played in a local basketball league in my town of Madera, California. At that time in my life my biggest dream was to be John Paxson from the Chicago Bulls getting the ball dished off to him from Michael Jordan in the last few seconds of the NBA Finals to drain the championship winning three pointer. I will never forget that in eager anticipation on certain nights before my game, I would imagine that there in the bleachers the next day would be three invisible spectators overjoyed to cheer me on. I would see the popcorn floating at chest level as it they watched over me. These three spectators were God Almighty, His Son Jesus Christ and the Holy Spirit and it was a reminder that the Lord is always with me. Today when I arrived at the usual spot for morning prayer at 7:05am, there were three sofa chairs in the space beneath the stairs of the student dorms and dining hall, empty. It reminded me of my thoughts as a kid. And it reminded of th...