Today I am thankful for the African man who works at Walmart late at night.

He sings African songs at the top of his lungs while he stacks things on shelves. It makes Walmart feel more like a lovely village home and less like the shady place that it really is.

I wonder what his story is, and why he loves to sing, and what the words mean that he sings so joyfully. I wonder if he grew up in a village, singing songs while gardening; the same way that I have seen so many Ugandan children do.

I want to be like him and sing about even the mundane, monotonous things. In doing so, those things will no longer be mundane and monotonous ...

and they might even suddenly turn into an African dance party.

I hope he never stops singing his songs.

{I also hope they move him to the day shift and give him a microphone.}

Do all things without grumbling or disputing; so that you will prove yourselves to be blameless

and innocent, children of God above reproach in the midst of a crooked and perverse generation,

among whom you appear as lights in the world, holding fast the word of life, so that in the day

of Christ I will have reason to glory because I did not run in vain nor toil in vain." Philippians 2:14-16