As I was leaving the church building on Saturday, a man stopped me asking for some help. He was in between jobs and has never really landed back on his feet after having his possessions wiped out by hurricane Katrina and being forced to relocate, ending up in Tulsa. I helped him out with some gas and food, and he kept asking if there was anything he could do for the church to repay us...specifically painting or maintenance work. I told him no, I was happy to help him and he didn't need to "work off" this debt.
Before he left, he asked one last time if I could think of anything around the building that needed repair that he could fix for us. Anything at all.
I told him, "Chuck, this is a church building. There's always something broken."
We looked at each other for a second, and then both broke out laughing.