I received a call to visit a mother and infant in a neo-natal intensive care unit. When I arrived at the desk, the nurse directed me to the wrong room.
            Upon entering, I found myself with three strangers: a young mother, a young father and a small baby struggling to breathe. I said, “Excuse me, I’m in the wrong room.”
            The mother held the baby on her lap. She looked at me, then glanced at the father. They were teenagers. She appeared worried and the father appeared…skinny. I took in the tattooed arms and the ring in his nose and I thought, What a loser!
            Yes, that’s what I was thinking.
            The fellow studied my face. After a few seconds, he said something I didn’t expect to hear. “Father, we could use some prayers.”
            That’s when it happened.
            I knelt to give the baby a blessing and recalled another couple who didn’t have much a place in this world. Holding my hand above a tiny arm wrapped in plastic tubes, I heard angels singing: Glory! Glory to God in the Highest!