I play the organ at church once a month. Usually the easiest time to practice is after the kids are sleeping. Occasionally it occurs to me that I am all by myself in a large, dark, empty building. The church building is in a safe area, I never go very late, and I never feel unsafe. If I did feel unsafe I would stop going by myself. Still, once in a while, I wonder if it's the smartest thing in the world.
Last week while I was practicing an gentleman came in and told me he and some friends were on their way in to play some basketball. He said, "I came in to tell you first. We just didn't want you to be scared." I thought that was very considerate of him. I'm not sure that hearing some people playing basketball in the gym would have been more frightening than a stranger showing up in the chapel to talk to me, but I appreciated the gesture anyway.
Kindness: Part 1