The young man's words cut deep. "I guess the topic is something I need to hear more about" he thought to himself.
"Where is your church?"
"It's in the strip mall at the corner of 31 and 98".
He paid the church a visit and after five years, could not imagine going anywhere else. He had come to love the young pastor. His heart went out to the congregation. They could have been his grandchildren. He adopted them and cared for them as his own.
It was time to leave.
"Father, be with our pastor, our church leaders and those who take care of the little ones". The old man prayed.
He put on his suit coat and walked out the door.
From the back of the room, he could not help but notice her. She was alone and seemed quite uncomfortable. He hadn't seen her before and from her manner assumed that this was her first time at his church.
He felt like she might need a friend so he made his way over to where she was sitting.
"Would you mind if I sit next to you?"
She shook her head no and he sat down beside her.
He extended his hand and said "My name is Bob. They call me Deacon Bob".
He had earned the nickname because he wore a suit to church every Sunday. Most of the people who attended there wore street clothes.
As they stood to sing, he could not help but notice that she was cold.
Bob removed his coat and gently placed it on her shoulders.
"They never can quite get the temperature right in here" he said with a smile.
Memories of his wife came to his mind. Many times he had done the same for her whenever she was cold in church. Another memory of when his daughter had once wore his suit coat. She was small and it draped over her like a dress.
At the end of the service, she began to remove the coat. "It's rather chilly outside. Why don't you go ahead and keep it on. Maybe you could bring it back next week?"
"I will" she said.