We sat around a table to share a meal and to catch up.
We talked religion, politics, adventures, mis-adventures and other such life experiences.
We laughed quite a bit.
Half the people at the table didn’t understand everything half the time.
Back and forth from Spanish to English from English to Spanish.
A twinge of sadness at the approaching lateness of the hour.
Looking forward, with great expectation, for another such experience.
It’s what I love about (and is the best part of) ministry.
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We have the same kind of exchange at our table:
Southern to English.
English to Southern.
You talked politics and laughed at the same time?
sounds like my kind of table…