A fat man drives by in his Chevy pickup truck with a cigarette in his mouth and on his rear bumper a sticker that says Jesus Loves You. There's a shotgun slung across the back window. He's not a stranger you've never seen before and couldn't care less if we ever see again. He is our brother, our father. He is our son. It is true that we have never seen him before and that we will never see him again — just that one quick glimpse as he goes by at twenty-five miles an hour because it is a school zone — but if we can somehow fully realize the truth of that, fully understand that this is the one and only time we will ever see him, we will treasure that one and only time the way we treasure the rainbow in the sky or the ring we finally found under the rug after years of looking for it.
— Frederick Buechner, Secrets in the Dark