Unexpected Acquaintance

Sometimes we go through our weekly routine of doing thing and going places that we normally go. We expect it to be somewhat similar to the normal experience we have with these routines. Sometimes we get surprised by the unexpected outcome of our "normal" things we do or places we go.

In a blog prior to this I explained that me and my sister go to a local coffee shop every Wednesday to just catch up, release, and have fun together. This has been the normal thing we do on Wednesdays and we pretty much know what to expect when we go there and sit down. However today was rather different.

It all came about because of the lack of electrical outlets at this coffee shop. I'm saying this place should have them lining the walls because of all the internet use, might as well even become somewhat of a BYOC (bring your own computer) internet cafe.

The lack of outlets caused a woman to have to sit very near to me and my sister to receive battery power for her laptop. Needless to say me and my sister's American side kicked in (we tend to like our personal space and are not very comfortable if strangers sit near us) apparently our moms taught us "stranger danger" a little too well.

I use the term "American side" because this woman was of a different culture, English with a heritage of Indian (you know like India). So being a student of culture as well as a student of the Bible, I quickly hushed my American side because her comfortability with sitting next to us was refreshing. Little things caught my interest in the difference of culture, although she has been in the U.S. for a number of years now culture is not an easy thing to lie down. Her openness was well, open yet nice for a change of pace. We even got the privilege of driving her to where she was staying at the moment. She expected us to drop her off in front of the house on the street, but we pulled right in the driveway

We are used to lazy Americans wanting to get as close to the front door 

so they won't have to walk as far.

So she was not expecting us to pull onto the property, but we are so used to it, we didn't think anything of it. She showed us pictures while we were all sitting in the coffee shop, told us what she was doing in her life, telling us about her beautiful daughter. She was a cultural oddity, but a welcomed oddity because I love culture. 

But one thing I could not shake, one thing I hope to be able to communicate with her in the future. I wanted to ask this question the whole time, but the timing did not seem appropriate. Do you know Jesus? Did she? I don't know, surely she must have learned the name but did she know him? Did I sack a chance to share Jesus with someone? Well she seemed willing to keep the lines of communication open, giving me her e-mail and phone number. I hope that if she doesn't know or believe in the saving grace of Jesus that maybe I can shed some light on it. Maybe one day.

All to God