I’ve been thinking about the welcoming prayer we say every Sunday “Help us to recognize each person as an individual sent by You who will enrich our lives.” For the last five years I’ve sat across the isle from Don Anderson every Sunday at 8:00. We would smile, nod, say good morning. And then he passed suddenly just a few weeks ago. That’s when I found out he was my hero.

I never knew Don had been an Episcopal monk. I never knew he had worked with Mother Teresa in India. I didn’t know he was fostering a teenage boy or that he spent much of his time at Abandoned Pet Rescue, doing whatever was needed. Don seemed like a quiet man; if I had taken the time to chat him up I’m sure I would not have gotten more than a glimpse of his epic life. I’m sorry I never tried. Now that I know better, I will try to do better.

Thanks for listening!