Flags from every nation hanging from the ceiling. Beautiful faces young and old representing over 30 different countries. It was amazing.
I met a girl named Shruthie. She’s from India and her name means Melody. Her parents knew what they were doing naming her such a musical name. This gal loves music!
I met another lady who called herself Linda. She was from China and told me I should visit.
Another man from China pointed to a rectangular pan of white and insisted I give it a try. So I did. Delicious!
I helped Samia move her display board to the right table. Samia loves art. I think she was from Bangladesh!
I met a lady who grew up in the U.K. She explained to me the beautiful story behind a Love Spoon and shared some high tea delicacies.
I talked momentarily to our church’s resident Australian and came back for seconds of his wife’s sausage rolls.
My co-worker Mary gave me some of the tastiest rice I’ve ever consumed. An Iranian dish. Rice, lima beans, and persian spices. So good!
I talked with one of the founders of Marissa’s House who has orphanages in both Ethiopia and Uganda.
I walked back and forth through that atrium retracing my steps dozens of times but each time crossing paths with different faces, trying new foods, hearing joyful conversations in languages I could not begin to translate.
It was magical. Glorious. Wonderful.
The nations all gathering under one roof. Celebrating their differences and how those differences brought us all to the same place.
It was heaven on earth for two hours. Pictures were taken. Songs were sung. A giant reunion.
I couldn’t communicate very well with most of the people I encountered but we exchanged a universal smile.
All the nations under one roof. Heavenly.