It was commonplace in my youth to receive a drop in visit to our home. Oftentimes it would be my grandparents who had been out on an afternoon ride that would stop in unexpectedly, for a visit. The sheer excitement we felt to have company was most often the highlight of our day. Our family was close.

I can also recall friends of our family stopping by with their kids. We would go outside and play until suppertime. On many occasions they would eat with us. The knock on the door was a very pleasant sound. In unison we would ask, 鈥淲ho is it?鈥

Jon Shonebarger is a pastor, counselor and chaplain in Middle Tennessee. His email is jtshonebarger@gmail.com.

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