One of the rewards of ministry is that there are "friends for life". It is people one met at their lowest point, whose lives changed forever. Here is a more ordinary example. We had a "security situation" around the Church, which was very bad -- there was abuse, harassment, squalor -- and everyone suffered under it. There was a Congolese man -- a fine young man, well known to me as minister, in dire straits. Local businesses -- the Church included -- banded together and gave him a wage, and he answered to the local café owner. He became our "bouncer". He carried out his duty with near religious fervour, and untiring thankfulness to me, and effectively cleaned up the street. We raised him up from a precarious existence, and I no longer feared going to the office. We loved each other for ever after.