I caught eyes with a middle-aged man sweeping up in a convenience store the other day. He looked a little down on his luck but smiled broadly as I approached. He said “Hi,” and I replied with my usual: “How’s it going?” Not missing a beat, he said, “Going to a better place.” I laughed because I knew exactly what he meant. His simple joke shifted my mind from whatever trifle was occupying it, back to the center of my faith. Like the Harley riders who exchange a thumbs up when they pass each other out on the road, I felt connected to a family of fellow believers. Faith is restorative and contagious. I paid and left the store but the memory remains.
A Joke Works.....just as well
A Joke Works.....just as well
A Joke Works.....just as well
I caught eyes with a middle-aged man sweeping up in a convenience store the other day. He looked a little down on his luck but smiled broadly as I approached. He said “Hi,” and I replied with my usual: “How’s it going?” Not missing a beat, he said, “Going to a better place.” I laughed because I knew exactly what he meant. His simple joke shifted my mind from whatever trifle was occupying it, back to the center of my faith. Like the Harley riders who exchange a thumbs up when they pass each other out on the road, I felt connected to a family of fellow believers. Faith is restorative and contagious. I paid and left the store but the memory remains.