Jesus, the Firehouse & the Pregnant Lady
I took Jesus with me to the firehouse on Saturday. I was covering a 9/11 commemoration.
Jesus stayed in the car, but I just felt better knowing he was there.
They read the names of all the fallen firefighters and police officers, and even one K-9 cop.
It was a quiet ceremony, it was sparsely attended, but it seemed, after all, to be just right.
It was a weekend of celebrating those who serve. I had many opportunities to observe those serving.
I started at the firehouse, then went to a park to talk to some Mormons clearing old trails that haven’t seen the light since the 2007 flood waters made them impassable.
On my way to my daughter’s house, I stopped to talk to a crew painting the home of an elderly veteran. They were having a great time.
And then I dropped by the Extreme Build project to see the progress there.
Andrea has been on her feet for days, orchestrating the work on that wonderful project.(She’s not fat, she’s pregnant!)
Her husband is blurry eyed. And yesterday, they presented (along with 145 other sponsoring businesses and individuals and countless other volunteers) a wonderful family with a brand new home.
There are those all around us that are serving. We just have to look to see them. They are, indeed, everywhere.