Man of the Hour

When our car overheated in the middle of nowhere, the local tow truck driver hauled us into town, saying he was in a hurry. It was Good Friday, and everyone was going to the church for the Easter pageant. Despite being in a rush, the driver found the right thermostat for our car and fixed our problem. While he worked, we sat in his office with his wife and kids, who were growing increasingly impatient. His family was definitely late for church, but the driver shrugged it off. “They can’t start without me,” he said. “I’m playing Jesus.”