Do you have a ticket?

​My adopted son, Greg Moffatt, told me a story several years ago that I want to share with you. 

He was working  security for a concert in Atlanta during the Olympics. One of the other security team came up to him and told him there was a very smelly "bag looking" lady who wanted to come in for the concert.  Greg asked his co worker if the lady had a ticket.  The guy replied "yes, but she is filthy and she stinks."  Again, Greg asked him if she had a ticket.  "yes, but she has all her worldly possessions with her and she stinks."  Once more Greg said "does she have a ticket?"  Yes.  "Then let her in."

We have quoted Greg so many times after hearing that story.  We talked about how it doesn't matter how stinky we are if we have a ticket.  

This past week, we went to Tommy's 55th reunion from college.  When we got there and started to go in, our friend Larry Green asked us if we had a ticket!  (Sound familiar?) 

A ticket?  NO.  We didn't know we were supposed to have one!  Guess Tommy didn't read the fine print!  We also didn't have a name tag.  When Tommy went to get our name tag, there was nobody at the sign in table any longer, so he came back empty handed.

Larry just laughed and told us to go on in.  Maybe it was because we weren't stinky.  Or just maybe it was because we knew the gatekeeper.