It’s the last week of work before a much needed holiday. I’ve struggled deciding what to write today, and finally decided just to write what’s on my heart…another entry in this year of words…
I spend a lot of Sundays preparing for the next week’s work, but today I spent less time physically preparing and more time getting ready mentally.
Church was first, my weekly refuge and centering point…a candle lit for many good intentions.
It was raining as we left and as I covered my head with a bulletin to try to stay somewhat dry, I heard my name.
I turned back to see a dear elderly man, a former headmaster at a private school here…my former Sunday school teacher from a school year decades ago, Mr. Filogamo.
“I’m just so proud of you” he cried. And he really cried…real tears. So of course I cried, and the rain was falling and we were hugging, and I looked to see my husband waiting patiently, his blue shirt darkening with drop after drop of welcome rain.
A lady companion followed close behind, holding an umbrella now…a little too late as we were both quite wet. But we didn’t mind. She was worried that he might fall, rushing out the door so fast…just to catch up with me.
I’d won a teaching award recently, and by some added grace, the article about it made the front page of our local paper.
I smile telling you most friends have been congratulatory, some folks have ignored it completely, but no one had quite the reaction of this sweet man.
“Do you get some of the credit for this?” Mr. Filogamo wanted to know, looking at my husband. He just smiled, and I said something, trying to be funny.
But it wasn’t a funny moment. It was a real and precious one, standing on my church steps in a welcome rain on a Sunday when I’ve been questioning people’s motives and reactions…here came someone to remind me…
some people have such love for others that when they show it, it makes up for all those who do not.
I have to say the past few weeks have been rough in many ways. But today I received a message…in an extraordinary time and place from an unexpected source… and I’m grateful.
Once again, I am a witness to the wonder and value of words. We cannot underestimate their importance, their ability to transform a moment, a day, a coming week.
Thank you, Mr. Filogamo for words you meant and for making sure they were said.