Vacation Bible School (VBS) wrapped up last week at church. I didn’t attend this year but I do recall a specific event at the South Webster Presbyterian Church VBS, where my siblings and I participated as children. We had become Presbyterians because the Baptist church was too far away to walk after Mom broke her ankle.

In any case, some lady pulled me aside in the parking lot during the kickball game and kindly corrected me for yelling at the other kids who couldn’t play so well. I don’t know who the lady was but remember her soft words pointing out that I had skills that others didn’t; it was my responsibility to use those skills well; and I should not make the other kids feel bad.

She may have said something about helping the other kids, but I don’t remember that part. The gospel may have been taught, but I don’t remember that either. I suspect there were good snacks, probably home-made cookies and lemonade. I can’t name any of the kids I was yelling at. But I do remember the first time I recall someone helpfully telling me not to be a jerk.

Thank you, unknown lady.