Ten minutes late, I parked my car on the edge of Forest Park and dashed across Skinker, dogding traffic as cannily as any SLU student (we all have minor’s in Jay-walking).
Before I could turn up the steps to my church, a random guy approached me on the sidewalk. He was wearing a ‘wife-beater’ and had a bright orange Hawaiian shirt draped over one shoulder. Good thing my wallet is empty, I thought.
“Are you going to church?” he asked.
He reached into pocket and pulled out a clear plastic bag containing a folded-up one dollar bill and about $2.78 in change (my best guess based on years in customer service and counting my piggy bank). He pulled out the dollar bill and handed it to me.
“This is how I want to be a blessing. My name is ____.”
“Thank you,” I said, baffled, as he turned and quickly continued on his way.
That just blew my paradigm for half-a-dozen things and it wasn’t even 11:00 yet. What a way to start the day!