Breaking Bread
Some say that sharing a meal is sharing a friendship. Last night, Liz and I went to dinner with some friends from church. We were invited by Kim and Lee to have dinner at a nice restaurant in Bogota. They are missionaries from Korea to Colombia. They have two young children, whose smiles and hugs light up the room. We were accompanied by a brother and sister duo who are involved in our church worship team and youth group. So the six of us decided to meet for dinner to talk and enjoy each other's company. What an odd site we were. Our group included two tall gringos (one who wore a Canadian t-shirt), four Koreans, and two Colombians. We spoke three different languages throughout the meal. We got the stares, but we didn't care. There we were sitting around the same table drawn from all over the world and now in Colombia living life and learning from each other. It was truly a blessed time. It is wonderful to have these friends who bring a new view to the table. It was a fun night of sharing a meal.
3 Comments:
It's wonderful how friends come in all shapes, sizes and colors - it sounded like a very enjoyable time you had together.
We had a very good family gathering and meal last evening - family can be friends as well. :o) In fact, I am munching on some left-over banana pudding from that meal - savoring every delicious bite and sipping hot tea as I comment on your post.
I can't help but believe that heaven will be something like a large gathering of friends, just enjoying being together. I can hardly wait to speak in person to my best Friend! Hope to see you there. ec
Sounds great. Wish your mother and I could have been there. Praying for you this week of Thanksgiving and thanking God for you in our lives. Happy belated anniversary! Five years ... Wow!
It was truly a wonderful time. I was about halfway through my meal when I realized how amazing this situation really was. I hope to have more like that.
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