Just Like Who?

Kicked off a near-by picnic table, our Welcome Home friends resigned themselves to sitting on the sand. In the marshy corner of the Guelph Lake, Scott, my co-worker, was launching a canoe so that our residents could try paddling and life jackets, some for the first time. Except for a few water bottles and a couple magazines, the picnic table was not being used, but two ladies were seated close by. I sat down and a few others joined me to watch our friends float off into "the sea" and wait our turn.

One of our younger friends had already sat at the table earlier. He whispered, "You should ask if you can sit there first." At first, I thought, "Ask who? This is a public beach and the table isn't being used, is it?" I caught eyes with the lady lounging in the chair and inquired, "Is it okay if we sit here?" To which she replied, "Well, that is something you should have asked first. No, we are using this table and it would be polite to ask us first."

With my eyebrows raised and a nod to my companions, we removed ourselves from "their" table. I glanced over at the territorial lady lounger and read the title of her book: "Just Like Jesus" - Max Lucado.

Thank you dear, fellow beach bum and sister in Christ for being such a generous, brilliant example of what it means to be "just like Jesus".