This is the second in a series. First post is here.
A few years ago, when I was serving as a bishop, I had a wonderful, strange experience that I have only shared with a few people in my circle. And after this post, at least three more people will be in that ever-expanding circle.
It was Sunday morning, and we had just finished up the morning meetings - Bishopric, PEC, and Ward Council. I had just a few minutes to take a bathroom break before I needed to be back on the stand for Sacrament Meeting.
As I was standing at the urinal, taking care of business, a tiny boy came up behind me, wrapped both arms around my left leg and gave me a big hug.
"I love you Bishop."
It was so sweet. And so awkward. I was mid-stream.
I quickly put my available hand on the boys head, turned him towards the door, and gave him a gentle shove.
"Thank you so much! I love you too. Wait for me in the hall and when I come out we can talk."
The boy headed out the door, I quickly finished my business, washed up and went out to see my little friend.
He was gone. To this day I have absolutely no idea who the child was. But I do know that he loved his bishop.
Oh, I almost forgot - the itty-bitty true miracle? When I left the building that day, Child Services was NOT waiting for me.