They worked together every day at the furniture delivery company and didn't know. Gary would lift one end of the couch and Randy the other. People said they looked alike, but they chalked that up to coincidence.

Randy had been researching his family history. He was an adopted son, and a new law in Maine allowed him to finally see his birth certificate. He learned that both his parents had died but that they had another son, born June 10, 1974. Then, on a furniture delivery run, it happened again. A customer commented on how much Randy looked like Gary. Randy started nonchalantly asking Gary some more personal questions—like when his birthday is. "As soon as he said his birthday, I knew," Randy said later. Gary is his brother.

Here they had grown up in neighboring towns and attended rival schools—only a year apart in age—and never known about each other. It was a shock to both of them. "Phenomenal," said Gary. "I still can't wrap my head around it." A co-worker, Greg Berry, said, "There's nothing like family, especially when you don't have one. Now they've got it."

But that's not all. After their story appeared in the local paper, "a teary-eyed woman showed up at the brothers' workplace clutching a birth certificate." She was their half-sister, born five or six years before the two men to the same mother. "After all these years," she said in an interview with a reporter, "here I am 41, and now I finally found my brothers."

That is a great picture of the church! Men and women meet at church and find that they are really brothers and sisters—that there is a striking family resemblance, a deep, inexplicable bond. And finally we can start being the family we never knew we had.