Since we are in the throws of winter, it is cold and occasionally snowy outside. I’m trying to conserve energy and cost by keeping the thermostat down. To me, it is also cold in the house, so I wear my layers. I was looking for a warm and comfortable top layer and came across a large, thick sweatshirt. It came from a Youthfest that I took some of the high school students from the church to 18 years ago. First of all, I couldn’t believe it was that long ago. Then I remembered what wonderful annual events they were for the youth and adults alike. They were organized by some of the youth ministers that I knew and admired as prayerful, faithful, and fun people. I was always grateful for their friendship and guidance. This particular year, the staff were wearing the sweatshirts that they designed. I told one of the guys that I would really like one if they happened to have any extra. At the end of the event, I was surprised when he found me with the confiscated sweatshirt. He was always very gracious to me in the different times that our paths would cross. I actually reached out to him today to share the memory and thank him again. He remembered the event and the good times of that era, but didn’t remember giving me the sweatshirt. It was a small token, but meaningful to me. I thought there were probably hundreds of small good deeds that he did for people, not realizing how meaningful they were. I think that is the blessing of humble service.

I Found God today in a sweatshirt that brought back many great memories.