I was just talking with a non-Christian friend of mine who as anxiety disorder. He has been struggling with this for a few years and it has been terrible to witness as a friend but tonight I was able to get a glimpse into the purpose of suffering, at least some of it. Tonight as we sat at the dinner table he said, “Ever since I had it (the anxiety) I’ve realized how much I really need religion.” Now, he is misled in the idea that he needs religion but dead on when he said that he has realized how there is so much he does not have control over. He needs something more and he knows it. I know that that “something more” is Jesus and it is my blessing to be able to share that with him.