I saw God in Guatemala and his name was Franklin. We were in a small village running a medical clinic. It was hot and dusty. There was no running water or toilets. But everywhere we looked, there was Franklin. Every time we told Franklin “No, leave”; he kept coming back, squeezing past the door keeper, crawling under a table, trying on glasses, pulling a chair up to sit by one of the doctors, taking his temperature, all the while flashing an irrepressible smile. While people waited patiently, Franklin waited with them. When a baby needed to be held, Franklin held him. When an old man could use a hug, Franklin gave him a hug. When two boys needed a friend, Franklin was their friend. When kids were having fun, Franklin joined in. When his community mourned, Franklin mourned. Franklin was like that pesky fly that disrupts your picnic; your neatly organized picnic of a life. You swat him away for a while, until suddenly you can see beyond your structured, well-organized, comfortable life, what God is using Franklin to show you, and you change. And in that moment, the world of Franklin changes too. Where have you seen God today? In whom have you seen him? How has that changed you?