Wow: I dropped in on the evening service at Crossroads, a church I pop into every once in a while when I'm at my parents' house, and had a great time. I've met the pastor there before and he remembered me, so I mentioned that I'm leaving tomorrow to head back to Berlin. At the end of the service, he pointed me out to the congregation, said how excited they were about what I'm doing and asked some people to pray for me after the service. I didn't even know these people, but we know the same Jesus, and they prayed for me like they've known me for years, then stayed to chat for half an hour afterward. It's always great to meet new brothers and sisters. :)