14 HUGS, 2 children, 12 adults (1 husband, 11 church friends)
Most Sundays now I arrive about an hour early and stand at the welcome table during the coffee hour for the 9am service. I love this because it gives me a chance to meet new people and also get to know other members of the UCT community. One of my new friends mentioned how he used to be a greeter before service started. At the time, greeters did not hand out programs. They simply greeted and hugged people. (It’s probably important to let you know that he did not know about my blog as he was sharing this.) He said that the hugs were his favorite part. He very eloquently let me know that with each hug he received the hopes and dreams of each person arriving at church because that is what they came with. No words were exchanged or even needed. By the time service was ready to begin, he had hugged so many people he felt about 12 feet tall. All I could do was smile and nod. I got it. I have been trying to come up with some words to describe the way hugs sometimes make me feel. I felt he described it perfectly. (Disclaimer: Documentation of the actual conversation is not available. Conversation printed with permission of said new friend. Thank you new friend!)
Please accept this blog as my virtual hug to you.