“You weren’t a Christian yet? I thought all that happened early.” “Not early enough.” Gil sighed. “I was nineteen. Your grandmother is the one who converted early. I always did envy those extra years she had with King Jesus.” “How old was she?” “Maybe seven or eight. She never did have a strong memory of the moment.” “Did that bother her any?” “Not really. She liked to say, ‘You don’t have to know the precise moment the sun came up to see it shining.’ ”
