It is Tuesday evening; almost midnight. Already passed my “I need to get to sleep” time. I finished watering the garden, have finished the start of a “fire and brimstone” brief (they always get watered down some) And now I’m finishing the blog I started last night.
So a lot of cool things happened last week. But the most touching occurred the Monday morning before yesterday. I drove down the mountain, parked my car, and entered the thrift shop next door to the ST office. I often say hi the owners of the neighboring thrift store on Mondays while I check out some of the treasures they have found over the weekend.
That morning, Jeff says “Hey, Scott. I want you to look at something.” When Jeff or his wife, Becky, tell me they want me to see something, this immediately gets my attention. I smile and ask “what you got?” Jeff reaches behind the counter and shows me a piece of art he’s drawn. “I wanted you to have this”.
As my eyes focus on the image it is clear that the picture was designed to tell a story. I am drawn into the etching. There is a short silence. Then Jeff begins to speak. He tells me the drawing began with the cross. And at that point I felt shivers. I remember him showing me the empty teller, the gavel banging into a toilet, and the money shooting into the air. I heard what he said, but was dumbstruck, humbled, and honored all at the same time.