Years ago I walked into a pet store with one of my daughters to buy dog food. The guy at the cash register saw us walk in, and immediately his face lit up: “Are you Wayne Stiles?” Completely surprised, I answered: “Yes.”
I confess my mind immediately chased the reasons he might know who I was:
- Maybe he heard me speak before.
- Maybe he’s read something I’ve written.
- Maybe he attends our church.
- Maybe . . .
All this shot through my mind in an instant. Yet after I answered, “Yes,” he revealed how he new my name.
“You need to call home; your wife just called.”
It turns out, he recognized me because Cathy told him I’d have a five-year-old daughter with me! It had nothing to do with anything I said, wrote, or did.
You know what bothered me most about this event?
I innocently come to buy dog food . . . and God takes the opportunity to expose my pride.
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