I was getting dressed in the gym locker room, getting ready for work.
A young Black man with dreads was cleaning up—he had just started working at the gym.
We said a quick hello.
Then a man in his early twenties walked by.
The young man with locs (dreads), stopped him gently:
“Hey—what’s your name?”
“Mike,” the guy replied.
He looked him in the eye and said gently:
“Mike, man… Jesus really loves you. You have purpose all over your life. I just need you to know that. ”
Mike lit up.
They started talking about what God was doing in his life—right there, between the lockers and the noise.
And I realized:
That young man wasn’t just cleaning a locker room.
He was clearing a path for the love of Jesus.
I met him afterward. His name is Dre.
He’s kind. He’s funny. He loves Jesus unapologetically.
I want to be like Dre when I grow up.
There’s a new wave coming.
A remnant rising.
People who shine their light in locker rooms and lunchrooms and late shifts.
People who carry heaven with them wherever they go.
May we be among them.
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