Four women came in to pray. They walked to the front of the sanctuary, formed a circle, and spoke one by one. It was like watching a play.
I noticed, as the masked custodian waited until they were done, then went about cleaning in preparation for the next service. Even the vacuum he used seemed unusually quiet. He wasn’t demonstrative or noisy. He had a job to do, did it well, strategically, and was on his way. He could have gotten in the way of the praying women, interrupted them, made noise with the trashcan liners, or banged the vacuum attachments to make his presence known, but he didn’t. He knew his equipment, respected the space, and didn’t make it about HIMSELF.
I thought to myself, “He’s serving. THAT’S service”.
There was no fanfare, no flash, and no audience to impress—just a job efficiently done to benefit others.
There was a lesson in his actions.
He chose an appropriate time to move. His job was an important one, but he didn't need to be seen while doing it.
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