Sometimes the best sermons come with coffee and eggs.
Early last Monday, Don and I had to get our truck fixed, so we dropped it off at the shop and stopped for breakfast at a cafe on the square. The aroma of bacon on the grill greeted us at the door. We placed our orders to the background hum of unguarded conversations and laughter, which seemed, for the most part, to match the eggs we'd ordered--sunny side up.
While we were eating, Dale Roberts, a local pastor, came and sat in the booth beside us. Dale used to work at the Ford garage; he is irrepressibly cheerful and knows just about everybody in town. If you got stuck in an elevator with a bunch of people, you'd be grateful if Dale was one of them.
Pastor Roberts told us about a visit he'd made to the nursing home a couple of months ago. Someone had asked him to visit their father, and after the visit, Dale felt like God was telling him to talk to the man in the next room.