"Oreon told me she's praying for you," my husband, Gary, said in between bites. We were having dinner one night when I was having a particularly stressful time at work. Gary is a pastor at a downtown Chicago church, and Oreon is one of the staff members there.
"Why is Oreon praying for me?" I asked. I hadn't had more than a passing hello with Oreon in weeks.
"She saw your Facebook status message," he said.
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