There’s scarcely a week that goes by that I don’t think about how wonderful our buildings are, and how grateful I am to be able to minister in such nice facilities. I feel very much my place as a steward of these resources, and I want to do my part in taking care of them for the next generation. I feel a responsibility for our buildings, and when I’m here by myself I take extra care to make sure that doors are locked, lights are off, and things are put back in their place.
Having said that, I have never been someone who had to have everything looking like a picture from a catalog in order to be happy. Sometimes people will point something out to me and comment on how worn it looks, how it needs to be repainted, or repaired, or re-carpeted, or redone in some way. Sometimes I’ll look at it and think, “Yeah, I hadn’t noticed that, but it certainly needs attention.” Other times, I’ll think, “I don’t know that it looks that bad.” It certainly doesn’t bother me like it seems to bother the person who pointed it out to me.