Why I Live Here

The sky fades from pink to dark blue, darker, darker behind the tree I see in the distance. A plane crosses above the tree as it’s about to land at LGA. My heart yearns for the beauty of New Hampshire’s White Mountains, specifically to be at the pass on the Kancamagus Highway. However, it is here where the peoples of the world live, people loved by God and by me – though I am not near so good at loving as God is!

I named the black-haired, bushy bearded waiter, Timothy, last evening. That’s because we ate in a Greek restaurant and the Bible tells us that Timothy’s father was Greek. Once we had a memorial for a Greek grandma at the mission church. Her granddaughter brought Greek food for us to dine on after the service.

Some Dominican sisters were in church today. This afternoon a group of us let the Spanish songs rip through the chapel. I don’t know how musical we were but we were joyful! Ellen Brown wore her native African dress to church. I chimed in with her, “Amen!” at the conclusion of the minister’s sermon. At lunch, David and Beth Kurtz, Laurence and I discussed good use of technology with Dr. Simone who is from Nepal.

Late afternoon, we walked into Moore Playground where, among many happenings, the Tibetans danced. Little girls in long narrow skirts with a sash imitated their elders. A smiling woman told us to join. It seems to me the Tibetans smile a lot. We walked on. We stepped into a food court just to observe the Burmese and Chinese. And we walked on. We saw a church group leaving and another beginning. We talked to the Bangladeshi man going into a service. He told us the Muslims are lost.

God loves these people. I do too but I don’t understand them nearly as well as God does, but I am always trying to learn. Thank you to those who share my interest (Jon Luke and Michael of last weekend!) Berniece