Saturday evening we were early to church, as always, waiting for church to begin when a badly crippled gentleman walked past us. He was using a highly unusual cane that looked much loved and well-used. We greeted him though we had never seen him before.
I asked him how he was doing. He responded: "Very well, thank you!" Then there was a pause. "I had a stroke Monday," he said, "but it is going nicely. There is so much to be thankful for." His eyes twinkled as he stretched his hand forward and shook my hand with a firm grip. Then he walked on. We were touched in unusual ways.
Shortly thereafter, during the service, we were surprised to see him mount the lectern and read the scriptures of the day. He read with a strong, intelligent voice. And, believe me, we listened with unusual intensity. Something was happening here.
I don't know who he was, apart from his name on the bulletin. But it was one of those moments that seem plucked from the pages of Charles Dickens.
"God bless us every one."