God's own tool.

In high school most of the stories I had to tell came from Ukrop's, where I worked fifteen hours a week bagging groceries and walking them to people's cars. The best of those stories revolve around a character named Kevin Lanham, my boss.
Kevin was a friendly man, always smiling from ear to ear, always laughing in a way that seemed insincere but couldn't have been. He was a devout Baptist who prayed over his potato wedges in the break room and who, though I never witnessed it, I am told proselytized to shoppers at local malls. Kevin was, to put it in a colloquial sort of way, crazier than a rat in a tin shithouse.

Bestselling author and noted Richmond area lesbian Patricia Cornwell came by our store once, arriving in a limousine and escorted by her wife. Ms. Cornwell came in to use the salad bar, and upon her leaving was followed into the parking lot by Kevin, whose religious zeal knew not the boundaries of professionalism and good taste, nevermind sense. It is said, though I did not witness it, that Kevin approached Ms. Cornwell at her limousine and began thumping Bibles at her.
"Ms. Cornwell, it isn't too late for you. You may reject this life you have chosen and be welcomed into the body of Christ Jesus, who reigns at the right hand of the Father for ever and ever. Praise him." Or words to that effect.
And though Ms. Cornwell is a celebrity, the influence of lesbians appears not to weigh heavily with the Ukrop brothers, religious nutbars in their own right. Kevin kept his job inspite of Ms. Cornwell's angry complaint, and I can only imagine that she now shops at Kroger.
No, when Kevin left my store it was in order to accept a promotion to Assistant Manager of the Forest Hill store. Before he left he posted a note on the bulletin board in the breakroom telling us that we knew only one side of him, Kevin the Grocery Store Manager. At home he was Kevin the Songwriter, and he shared the words to one song of which he was particularly proud.

Why the Cross?
Someone asked me 'Why the cross?'
And this was my reply--
Because of love at any cost,
The cross
The cross IS why!

He went on to assure us all that though our parting might be sad he knew that we would all meet again with Jesus in His heavenly kingdom.
Amen, Kevin, amen.