Sometimes in life, God places someone in our path as if to remind us that kindness, thoughtfulness, and gentleness still exist in the world. Last week, I met one of those rare souls, a man named Bruce.
After Friday Bible Study, we decided to follow The Love Birds next door to their wedding reception hall at the Lutheran Church. It was the first day of their annual yard sale, and we were some of the first customers. It was there I met the octogenarian, Bruce.
At first glance, it was the wooden cross around his neck that caught my attention. Simple. Beautiful. A cross lovingly worn and polished smooth by the years. As I complimented him on the cross, Bruce quietly slipped it off and placed it in my hands. “I make them,” he said, his voice soft, carrying no pride, only generosity.
But that wasn’t the end of it. He walked to his car, rummaged around for a moment, and returned holding a small hand-carved church. It was humble, yet exquisite, every detail carefully shaped. Tied to its steeple with a pink ribbon was a handwritten poem, words strung together with the same care as the wood itself. The little church wasn’t just a gift but was a piece of Bruce’s heart.
The Church of Love
Here is a little church of love
To help you through the day.
So when your feeling down and out,
Just grab the church and pray.
You might just keep it handy
On a shelf or bedside stand
Just pray and God will help you out
With his ever loving hand.
The church will always be a sign
God’s love is everywhere.
Remember God is listening
And waiting for your prayer — Bruce
After we left, I found myself wondering just how many “Bruce”-s there are out there in this world, quietly living their days? Sweet. Kind. Quiet. Thoughtful. Talented. Lonely. How many do we pass by without noticing? How many are offering up their gifts and talents, waiting for someone to see?
Meeting Bruce was more than just a pleasant encounter. It was a holy reminder of the beauty that still exists in people. It’s the kind of beauty you can’t buy, polish, or mass produce. The kind that lives in hearts and hands, in faith and in simple acts of giving.
So here’s to the “Bruce”-s of the world. Please notice them, appreciate them, and never forget the quiet blessings they bring.
More tomorrow.