Goodbye, Mr. Ken
I usually try to keep my blog posts general, so that any person from any walk of life who reads it will read truth that can be applied. But today I may be writing to a select few people: those who knew Mr. Ken Greene. I started working with teenagers in my church in 2003 after a holy calling from the Lord. And the first Sunday that I stepped into that overwhelmingly-noisy room full of high schoolers, there was Mr. Ken. He was as predictable as the morning sun. He was there every single Sunday morning, taking the roll and shaking hands with kids. (I just realized that some of those teenagers didn't shake hands with anyone BUT Mr. Ken. Shaking hands is a lost art, unless you knew Mr. Ken.) And he was there every Wednesday night, handing out gum from his fanny pack. Yes, I've taken some myself, and I don't even like gum. But I loved Mr. Ken. I thought of Mr. Ken as one of those guys who would never die. Seriously, the man never aged and never slowed down. He had endura...