During the collection of the offering on Sunday my daughter eagerly waited for the collection plate to drop her dollar in. It brings to life the days gone by as a child when I sat in the pew with my dollar. If the children around forgot to bring their offerings or did not have the means to do so some elderly lady would firmly and quickly put a dollar in your hand; as if to say you shouldn’t have forgotten it and don’t forget it again.
Today I reflect on my development and about how various places of worship and times of worship have molded me into who I am today. For that I give God thanks and praise. Sometimes I just sit and reflect on those special moments. Let us give thanks for those who journeyed before and who’s shoulders we now stand on.
