Good morning and happy Monday.
I saw something yesterday, Sunday morning, just as I was leaving church. One if our new pastors — a young man — was on his way out the door to take his two young girls swimming on a glorious afternoon when someone slowly opened the door and walked in.
“Is there a pastor around?” the man said.
“I am a pastor,” the young man said.
A little uneasy silence grabbed the moment.
“Would you like to chat?” our pastor asked.
“Yes, I would,” the man answered.
“Could we talk here, or would you like to go somewhere private?”
The man look down, somewhat uncomfortably.
“Could we please talk in private?”
Our pastor gathered his things and started making his way up the stairs.
“Be happy to help.”
As I made my way out the door I thought of the unexpected situations God gives us. And the grace and understanding we need to always have … to share God’s hope and love.
What’s for breakfast, Grandma Anderson?
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