Coffee Hour

Every week at coffee hour, years ago in another church, a man would pour himself a cup, take a few cookies and sit at an empty table. I figured him a curmudgeon and thought it a kindness to sit with him. We had a delightful conversation and then, at last, I asked him why he never sat with anyone. “Oh,” he said, “I never know who will come sit with me. I like that. Today it’s you!”

Go in peace to love and serve The Lord!

Josh