Monday. There is nothing more comforting that having reminders of home when you are not at home.
Yesterday we went to Fifth Avenue Presbyterian Church here in NYC. It is a beautiful old church — the church has been in existence since 1808, and this particular building has been its home since 1875. The senior pastor there, since June, ’08, is the Rev. Dr. Scott Black Johnston, formerly of Trinity Presbyterian Church in Atlanta. That is the church where my parents had their membership for over 60 years, where I grew up, and where Jim and I were married. When Rob moved to Atlanta, he often went to Trinity with his grandfather during the five-year period of time when Dr. Black Johnston was at Trinity, and Rob really enjoyed his preaching. As we departed the sanctuary yesterday, we stood in line to speak to the pastor. He was so warm and he remembered my dad well. When he heard why we were new residents of the city, he gave his e-mail address to Rob, wanting to keep in touch with him. Comforting.
Today after Rob’s blood work was done, his hydration was given, and his radiation was over, he and I hopped into a taxi. Rob had looked online and discovered that there is exactly ONE Chick Fil A in NYC, and it is buried right smack in the middle of the NYU campus, so that’s where we headed for lunch! Again, comfort. Like home.
These are small things that seem big when they fill up your heart with warm feelings. Just knowing that Dr. Black Johnston remembered my dad so fondly and cared so for our son warmed my heart immensely. Watching Rob enjoy his two Chick Fil A sandwiches was well worth all that taxi $, believe me! : ) Could it be that the Lord allows these warm-fuzzy happenings to help us feel His presence? Because that’s how it feels — like a comforting hug.