Sitting at a table during our last church fellowship, I asked a woman who was visiting, “Do I know you or have we met before?”
She just looked at me with a wry grin. I thought I recognized her, but I wasn’t sure why.
“I know you, and we’ve met many times before,” she said.
I was confused, “I’m sorry if I’m not recognizing you, but where did we meet?”
She smiled again and paused before saying, “I was your lunch lady in high school.”
My eyes got big, and I laughed heartily, “Ah, now I know who you are!”
We chatted for a brief amount of time and caught up on life’s changes. Then I realized something; she knew me from high school…
“You could ruin my ministry, you know,” I whispered.
“Don’t worry,” she said, “Your skeletons are safe with me. What happened in the lunch room during high school stays in the lunch room.”
Thank you, God, for the many people out there with a sense of understanding and a sense of humor.