He came to an evening service in Holy Week. I’d not seen him for quite a spell. After the service, we exchanged pleasantries in the quiet of the church, that we were getting on OK and spring was late this year. Then I asked him, “What brought you here tonight?” He said, “You remember that little kid used to run his toy truck up and down the aisle?” I thought maybe I did and said so. The man continued, “He’s in the choir now. That’s nice to see.” When he left, I was pretty sure I’d see him on Sunday.