Blessed Souljourner
“We’ll just take a minute and think about all the people who loved us into being,” Mr. Rogers encouraged, making eye contact with me from the movie screen. He is seated in a crowded diner with his new friend, Lloyd. In that moment, all chatter and clanking of silverware to plate ceased. I took a minute in the theater. Silence. Hmmm…only two days earlier, I shared a testimony about a man who lifted a significant burden from me during a very difficult time in my life. After I told my story, I knew I needed to reach out to him to share how that one gesture of generosity and compassion affected me. I know this will be an encouragement to his faith and the work God has called him to. Who loved me into being? Memories flooded my mind. Memories of people who accepted and valued me, supported me, affirmed me, forgave me, nurtured me, mentored me just as I was – despite of what I had done and who I had become. When all we know is gone, it's hard to know wher
