I was just a freshman in college. I was about four hours drive from home which felt like an eternity, but in retrospect, was just a short time away. In the dormitory where I lived was a grand lady who we simply knew as “Dorm Mother.” She was an older lady who was undoubtedly there to ensure we didn’t kill ourselves through our own stupidity. Whenever she came out of her room to express her displeasure at the latest shenanigans we were up to, the dorm suddenly became as quiet as a tomb. One did not upset Dorm Mother any more than one would slap God in the face.
One Sunday I was feeling particularly low. I decided to get dressed up and go to church. I put on my shirt and tie, grabbed my blazer and headed off to the local Disciples church. The service was typical and to this day, I cannot remember what happened. However, when I returned to the dorm, Dorm Mother’s door was open. I stepped in and said hello to this wonderful lady. She complimented me on my attire and said something that I will never forget, “Doesn’t it make you feel so much better to dress up? It makes me feel better all over. Is it the same for you?” I couldn’t have been happier than to say, “Yes. I do feel better.” So I sat down and we visited for a while.
I cannot remember her name, but I will never forget her face, her voice and the things she told me that spring afternoon. I had put on new clothing, clothing I did not put on at any other time of the week. But in that clothing, I became more than I could be. She saw it and made me see I could be more than I ever dreamed because she dreamed it for me. In that afternoon, in that place and in her little room, I saw the face of God and was forever changed. What an amazing thing! The spirit of God and I talking in a small dorm room. When I remember that afternoon I often think of the hymn, “O Love That Will Not Let Me Go”…
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