As I was speaking, I saw Joe welcoming the stranger. I loved this about the big guy. That such an imposing figure could be such a kind soul to those stepping foot into the church for the first time.

Long ago Joe had been one of those. God had already saved him, but he was still searching for a home. For a safe place.

I’m glad he found it here.

And now the wiry young black man who looked almost as if he was sweating was talking to Joe while I continued to deliver my words in front of everybody. They spoke briefly and then the man walked down the center of the aisle toward a seat in the middle of a row.

The young man sat and looked around and then up at me. I smiled even through the words I was saying, hoping he felt welcomed.

I had some strong words that were for the weary of heart. But the heart needed to be opened to hear them.

Maybe this young man was one of those weary ones.