Coffee Shop Talks
I saw God in the eyes of an old man, as my question about his café mexicano sparked nostalgia and a cascade of words to pour forth, recreating dusty memories to encompass and wrap themselves around the flavor of the drink I was holding. I felt God's touch in our kinship: the moment when he spoke of thatched huts, kind strangers, dusty roads, and that feeling you get when you soak in so much foreign life it feels like home. I touched his soul, or at least this man allowed me a glimpse that was so marvelous and rich I wanted to bare myself in the same way. But my words fell short of the reality I was experiencing. How can one begin to describe the overpowering current that pulls me onwards towards God's path? How could I honor this man and his experiences by comparing them with my own limited lifetime? JVC has opened a flood of possibilities. I am open and listening to God and the people around me: friends, family, especially strangers who respond to the siren call of shared exp