What happens when a Korean, an Indian, a Brazilian, a Texan and a Michigander all walk into a bar?

Last night we had a community night with people from our apartment building. It turned out that only three people outside of Whitney and I showed up, but it was perfect for conversation. One man was from Korea, he was 31 years old, he was a new daddy and his dream was to be a missionary to Turkey. Another lady was probably about 40 years old. She was from Brazil and was the wife of a scholar who is currently writing a book at the seminary. She has two kids, 12 and 15, and made some unbelievable cheese balls. The cheese was super sharp and soft ( a unique conbination), and melted in my mouth. Dad you would have loved them! The final person in the room was a women, probably about 30 years old, from India. She is the community coordinator, a doctoral student, and a professor over at Azusa Pacific. We talked about our cultures, traditions and beliefs all evening. Wihtney and I basically sat back and listened, and took in the experience. We prayed at the end. The prayer was beautiful. Praying with people who don't speak English very well leaves little room for big fancy words, and much room for heart. I couldn't stop smiling during the prayer, it was like somebody had two strings, connected them to the ends of my mouth, and kept pulling up on them. God was near.