At Mobile Pantry, where fresh produce is given to all comers, there is a line of people on the sidewalk. It’s often a half hour’s wait. By the time people are in the entryway and I greet them, I sometimes sense that people who did not know each other have made a connection. People of different nationalities, from different neighborhoods, something unexpected has happened while standing so close, hearing each others’ conversations, brought together in the common effort of putting food on their tables. Kind words are exchanged, a few minutes of grace, a sure sign of God among us.