A little over a year ago, I accompanied my mom to a meeting in North Vernon, Indiana. We went a little early in order to eat at this little restaurant she’d wanted to visit. We arrived at this little hole-in-the-wall place around 3:45 pm. As I surveyed the jam-packed restaurant, it became evident that there wasn’t a person seated that was under the age of 65. I also quickly noticed that no one was eating, but just sitting, talking and looking at the menu. I questioned my mom about what was going on and it was then that she explained that everyone there was waiting for the clock to strike 4:00 pm. That’s when they’d get the “Tuesday Special” which was 50% off any menu item for senior citizens. With my gray hair from chemo re-growth, I fit right in. But at that point, it all made perfect sense and if memory serves me right, they gave me the “Tuesday Special” as well.
We hadn’t been seated but a couple of minutes when a man walked up. He had a gray beard was wearing a red hat that read, “I love Jesus!” Without introduction, he blurted with excitement, “I have 3 jokes to tell you.” I looked at my mom and she was already looking directly at me with her eyes wide open. Honestly, I don’t remember the jokes. I was too overwhelmed. My dad! This is JUST like dad! It’s exactly what he always did and the hat! Dad never left the house without a hat that was a billboard for Jesus, dad never met a stranger and always has at least one joke or story to tell.
After he went back to his seat, I could hardly contain myself. It was like a kiss from heaven. Before we left, I thanked him and briefly told him how much he was just like my dad and as he held my hand, he said “We’ll all be together again one day.” I’m not sure if he was an angel or just a man God used that day, but either way I considered it as God wrapping His arms around me at that very moment.
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