I'd been dreading this visit for at least a couple of years. I knew it was coming. Tom had volunteered to go with me, but it was time to put on my big girl panties and just do it.

I was ready. I had every document I might need and a notepad in a soothing blue folder. I took a deep breath and walked in.

"Good afternoon, how can we help you with this afternoon?"

Was I in the right place?

The security guard obviously had made a conscious decision to share holy moments with the lost, the grieving, the worried, and the confused, including me. He greeted every person in a similar tone.

When there was a lull in the traffic he even walked over to an adolescent boy and started telling him jokes. Astonishment on the surrounding faces turned to delight.

The screen at the front of the room slowly ticked by minutes adding up to more than an hour, but I was determined to pass along the holy moment.

Just before my number was literally up, a woman hesitantly approached my chair. With an envelope and pen in hand, she shyly held them out to me.

"M'am? Would you mind writing on my envelope for me? I'll tell you what to write."

I about choked in trying to respond to her. Did she know how much she had just blessed me? Her simple request honored me with her gift of trust.

They say teachers have a certain look about us. Maybe. Or maybe Jesus chose to lovingly share a holy moment with this humble child of His.

Dear, Dear Reader, I pray that when you least expect it this week, Jesus will caress your face, hold your hand, whisper love to you through "the least of these". I'd love to hear your story.

Many of us are aware of the philanthropic contributions of Oprah, Bill Gates, and the Rockefellers.  They've donated millions of dollars to impact the lives of millions through education and health initiatives. 

​But is that all there is to wealth in our world?

I nearly missed it. Thirty seconds sooner or later and I would have. Customers rushing by had no idea they were missing a holy moment.

When Tom and I got married he was a draftsman for the power and light company. He wore polos or sport shirts and slacks. My dad was a facility administrator in civil service. Dress shirts and ties were his norm.

Then I heard someone say that Tom's dad was a blue collar worker. But whenever I saw Dad in his "work clothes" it was pocket tees and jeans. (No blue collar in sight, but secretly I thought a pair of angel wings were tucked inside his pocket tees.) All I knew was Dad was an excellent carpenter, making things right with his hands.

We all have something we don't like about ourselves, don't we, Dear Reader? Being tall has been mine. My 3rd grade teacher was slightly shorter than. And let me tell you, it's not fun being a six foot tall girl in middle school.

When you grow up in Kansas, you're bound to learn a few things about one of her favorite sons, Dwight Eisenhower. Things like his service as supreme commander of the European forces during World War II, and the first Supreme Commander of NATO, not to mention as our nation's 34th President.