As you know if you follow this blog, I am a trial lawyer. About fifteen years ago, I represented a Christian man in a religious discrimination case. He was actually a part-time pastor in a very small town but had to work at a trucking company to supplement his pastor income. The other men at the trucking company mercilessly harassed him about his religious beliefs, making fun of him on a daily basis.
We had to file the case in federal court about 2 hours from where I live, and so when it came time for the case to go to trial, The Wife and I traveled there for the trial. We arrived the night before the trial was to start, and after getting our bags and trial materials moved into the hotel, went for dinner to the restaurant next to the Quality Inn where we were staying. After being shown to our table, I went to the restroom.
While I was in the restroom a server, who was not assigned to our table, came to the table and told The Wife her name was Rose. She said, “I know this may sound weird, but I am a Christian, and I felt like the Lord wanted me to tell you that He is going to give you victory in what you here to do.” The Wife thanked her for sharing that but didn’t tell her we were in town representing a Christian in an employment discrimination case. When I returned, to the table The Wife told me what happened.
Over the next few days we tried the case to a federal jury. After deliberations, the jury rendered a verdict in our favor, finding the company had discriminated against my client because of his religion and awarding him approximately $100,000.
Before leaving town, we went back to the restaurant; we wanted to tell Rose what had happened, why we where in town, and how her statement had been prophetic. So, when we entered the restaurant we asked the manager if Rose was working that evening. The manager said there was no one named Rose who worked there. GS