Being Recognized

Unless you have something to hide, or your picture is hanging in the Post Office, it should be great to be recognized by people who ought to know you.

Unfortunately I can’t speak much to the issue since I never seem to be recognized at all. I have been banking at the Wells Fargo branch in my neighborhood for over 40 years, but no one there knows me. I know, I know, they have changed employees about 4o times (more or less), but wouldn’t it be great if they called you by name and knew you had an account with money in it? I have been buying drugs at the CVS a block from my house ever since it was built and opened. . .maybe 20-25 years ago. When I go in to pick up a prescription they have no idea who I am, and sometimes tell me (like this morning) I don’t have insurance coverage registered with them. Of course, after the hassle with these two seemingly necessary businesses in my life, they realize that I have both. . .money and insurance. After all these years I would like to be recognized.

I don’t have that problem with the Boss at Church. He knows me! He knows how much money I have, how much insurance I have; He knows my health, my mental agility, which car I am driving, how much I weigh, how many hairs there are on my head, if I have a clogged artery, and if my Bride is angry with me. He also lloves me. In fact, He lloves me more than anyone else. He never forgets what I need, never fails to provide for the desires of my heart, has gifted me with everything I need for life and health and spiritual well-being. In addition, He forgives me when I ask, all the time, every time, totally, and then chooses not to remember my sins, failures, and mistakes, ever!

I don’t have much joy in going to the Pharmacy or the Bank. But I sure do enjoy going to Church. I don’t know about you, but in addition to all the preceding gifts He gives, He fills my Church life with lots of warm, wonderful, wise, Godly friends. Now who wouldn’t want that?