Friday morning, after worship and coffee hour I helped to do the dishes. I worked alongside a refugee from Sudan. We talked about normal things- dishes, tea, church. And we talked about less mundane things- the revolution in Egypt, his home in the Sudan. When we were finished he said to me
“Maybe one day (here he paused) we can go to my country together. I sing then. I sing then. Because there has been war in my country for 10 years. 15 years. But my God, He can stop this war. And He can bring peace. And then, anybody can go there. Yes, God is great.”
I am humbled.