Yesterday was a really cool day church. The service wasn't the best ever (I am really talking about my part). I was the host for the day. That means I did the welcome and announcements. For the second service I was asked to lead communion. I found out in-between first and second service that it was my job because another pastor needed to go speak at one of our church plants.
I got up to do communion and talked about the need to remember. Then invited people forward to get their elements and return to their seat. Our staff was at the tables if people needed prayer. A man cam to me who is about 55 and rides Harley's. I could tell he was about to cry. He gave me the biggest hug and said: "Thank you for all you do with my boys". Those words made the day worth it.