This past Saturday morning, as part of the clean up crew for our Room In The Inn ministry, I met someone who attends the church.
It turns out that I had met him in passing before, but it had not registered.
Anyway, I began a litany of questions for my new friend.
How long have you been coming to the church?
Where do you live?
What kind of work do you do?
Did you have a church background growing up?
He finished by telling me that he would quiz me on Sunday morning to see if I remembered all that I had discovered about him. (I passed, by the way.)
But that’s not the best part of the encounter. In the process of my questioning (harassing? peppering?), I found out that my new friend had served our Room In The Inn neighbors on Friday night as well as Saturday morning.
And that he was leaving Room In The Inn to head straight for our Habitat For Humanity Build Da that we hosted in connection with Olympic High School.
Hmmm . . . Friday night at Room In The Inn. Saturday morning at Room In The Inn. Saturday during the day at Habitat For Humanity.
That’s someone whose following a higher power.
That’s someone who has a living relationship with Jesus Christ.
That’s someone whose name I’m going to remember.