a humble dinner.

i met this guy on my way to the grocery store a few weeks ago. he was sitting outside his place and i had a quick conversation with him. on my weekly walks to stater bros and back, and on my ride to church i have seen him at least once a week. he calls me "hun," and we talk about everything from rattle snakes to fishing to salsa. i really like being in the community (outside of a car) because nothing dull ever happens on any of my "trips through town". i loving knowing my community and being a part of my community and building relationships in my community. it really makes me gleefully smile every time i leave my bubble-school-world.

so, yesterday afternoon i decided that since i wasn't going to go to the grocery store i still wanted to be consistent in seeing stanely every friday, so i set out to his place: the villas nursing home. stanley is 84 and genuine. from the first time i met him and the second time he remembered me i was so glad that i walked to the grocery store. :) i found him inside this time. usually he is always enjoying the outdoors, but this time he was watching tv inside. we talked for awhile and then his dinner was served. he asked with genuine excitement if i wanted to join him, so of course i agreed! he offered me one of his sandwiches and we enjoyed his simple tray of food. i cannot tell you what kind of sandwich it was... ham/spam/crab... who knows, but i do know that it was offered in genuine hospitality and love, so it was wonderful! washed down with orange hi-c and pears were also great. it was one of the best dinners i have had since being back in the states because it was the epitome of hospitality: offering everything he had with open hands and not having an agenda to meet.

"a visitor is not an intruder."
in uganda and surprisingly down the street too.
who knew?!
the breaching of two worlds. two world views.
life in the tension. united.
thanks stanley!