For over fifteen years now, my grandpa has taken me out on breakfast dates to ask me how I’m doing and encourage me in my faith. I nodded my head in agreement because I’ve experienced the same. On and on the stories went of how my grandpa has spent his life loving well, in little and big ways. “I’m your grandpa’s neighbor, and he makes me laugh whenever I see him.” “I go to your grandpa’s church, and he hugs me every Sunday.” “I used to shop in your grandpa’s bookstore, and he always encouraged me.” “I was in your grandpa’s Sunday school class forty years ago.” Over fifty people packed into his house, and each one came with a story. That put me in a position to do a lot of listening. I had the privilege of being there and serving punch. A little over a year ago, my grandpa had a ninetieth birthday party.
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