It's been a while. Shame on me. Sure, we see Marching Forth every day. But sometimes we need to be reminded of the good. Sometimes, we need someone to lift the blind for us. So, I'm back at it.

A few weeks ago, my church honored a gentleman for his years of volunteer service. No big deal. You hear this story every day, right? So, here's why it's something special. For 25 years, Jim Basye volunteered in a Sunday class. Twenty-five years. He missed 3 Sundays EVER. Clearly committed. Clearly Marching Forth.

But there's more.

For 25 years, Jim lead a special group of developmentally disabled adults - The God's Treasures class. The group of up 15 special adults meets, goes over a topic, maybe colors, arranges restroom visits, then, as a group, attends worship service. The God's Treasures group are not spectactors. They are members of the church, quiety absorbing what they wish from the worship service. They participate in candle lightings, readings, their holiday party. When one of the Treasures chose to be baptized, the group, along with Jim, stood up with her, proud and supportive. And crying.

Jim is not the boastful type. He quiety devoted himself. He didn't March as much as he softly padded. Did anyone, until now, even know he'd only missed 3 Sundays in 25 years? Well, likely the God's Treasures members remember those 3 days he missed. Adoration brings a keen memory.

Jim Basye was honored for his 25 years of dedication. Twenty five years of Marching Forth - one quiet step at a time. And, as this humble, caring man was celebrated for his service, he was surrounded by his very special friends. Some smiling. Some crying. But all changed because of him.