Sometimes God lets you set up a woodshop in the church

I was thinking back today when I was finishing high school. I had decided to build my mom a table and myself a big four poster bed with drawers underneath. I was able to finish the table at school, but not the bed. I was working for the school that summer in a small town in western Kansas and the school was kind enough to give me keys to the shop to finish my bed. My father was a minister at the time and had candidly remarked before church one day that it was nice to have keys to the shop at the school. Someone overheard and apparently did not like it because the next thing we knew my keys were taken away. My father is a fair and just man and did the most shocking thing. He cleaned out a Sunday school room, procured a table saw from my uncle and set up a wood shop for me in the church. I think God must have been smiling that day, I know I was. It was the day I learned fair is fair, being honest is the key, and sometimes God lets you set up a wood shop in the church. No one said a word, but I suspect someone was a bit surprised when the tables were turned.