Today, as is my custom, I spend breakfast at the round table in the local diner, just talking and visiting with folks in town. It's amazing to see how they all begin to talk about church and even the words "being saved." I normally don't have to say much! Today, we were talking, and the conversation led to tiresl, of all things. I remarked how slippery it is around here, with the roads being frozen and the tires on my truck being marginal. I joked that driving in this weather, my prayer life has definetely increased. I said that I needed new tires, but it would take me a couple of weeks to save up for it. Then secretly, a man that attends my church greeted me with a $100 handshake. I fell so humbled and greatful for the gift - but I wasn't sure it was necessary. The man was giving out of his heart, but I feel so unworthy - no one's ever done that for me before. He thanked me for caring for the church and preaching the Word faithfully, and cautioned me to never make a big deal out of this. I need to be careful what I say, because I am finding that some folks care deeply - and are ready to give - even at a flippant, passing word from their pastor.