It was the "mean green season" at the St. Roe Motel, where hunters that craved the Northern woods jammed the logging trails and lodges for a 200 mile radius. It was a stressful time behind the motel office desk for Mark, a greasy introvert who never seemed to look visitors in the face. But all that changed the day that nun checked in. Her genuine smile did something to disarm all of his religious bias. So he was thrilled when she buzzed the front desk, asking for repair service on the air conditioner. He ran over like an auto racer in the pole position to room number 77. He quickly and politely replaced a fuse here and cleaned a filter there - giving him a sense of pride. He didn't feel the familiar sense of dumb and numb. As he was leaving, he looked her in the eye and right there decided to shake the tree of his belief. "Sister?" he asked. "Could I ask you a question about faith?" Her motion to the sofa chair said yes. "My life is empty and bare, and I ain't seen no love...I've been trippin' a long time. Does this God stuff offer any hope for a guy like me?" She opened her Bible and explained the "Roman Road to Salvation" to Mark, and then she read verses 3:23, 6:23, 5:8, and 10:9-10. Seeing the gray, dreamy look on his face, she read it again and again and again. "I understand the mystery," he blurted, as he began to dance around the room. "I was as blind as Mr. Magoo, but now I see. This Jesus king of ours has set me free!" That day Mark traded in his paper wings for a radioactive pair that let him fly with the angels. He still works through the mean green seasons, but now he has the quiet confidence that he can live the life, the love that lasts a lifetime.