The minister introduced the young man to the Sunday school class. A lot of people knew who this fellow was although they didn’t know him well.
He was odd.
You know what I mean. Not a bad sort, but rather strange. In high school the other kids avoided him and he never once had a date. As he grew into adulthood, it never occurred to people that he was lonely and sad. Once, he felt so bad that he tried to take his life.
The minister found out and persuaded him to come to the Sunday school class. With his permission, the minister told the class of this boy’s struggles.
“I thought we would make him a member of our group,” he said.
Before the class dismissed each of the members hugged him and told him how glad they were to have him in the class. Every week, he came to get his hugs and to hear people say they were glad to see him.
I don’t know the end of his story. I don’t know how well he’s doing these days.
But I know that he never picked up a gun and went on a shooting spree.