In one of the churches I served, there was a poster in the hallway outside the Sanctuary that never failed to get my attention. More than once it picked me up after a particularly difficult meeting. Sometimes, when I was alone in the building, I would stand there and read it over and over again. It centered me. “100 years from now... it will not matter what kind of car I drove, what kind of house I lived in, how much I had in my bank account, or what my clothes looked like. But, the world may be a little better because I was important in the life of a child.”
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