Friday I went to see my stepdad. He has been in a nursing facility since last December when he had a stroke and lost the ability to care for himself at home. This is actually the fifth facility he has been in, and although it is nice and has a great staff, it is not his favorite. In fact, I really don't know much about the facility he prefers because his wanting to be there really had nothing to do with the facility.
"There was a pastor who came by every week and talked to me. He didn't talk about the Bible or anything. He just talked, like you and I talk, like friends. It was only once a week, but he came every week. I miss that."
When I asked if he knew what church he was from, he said, "No. It doesn't matter. I just enjoyed the fact he came and talked."
There it is. Plain as day.
The things that don't matter....
and the things that do.
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