We Had Four
Children. The Meal Was a Great Mix of Beef & Brown Rice and Chicken On the Side, with Green Beans, And Salad, and Dressing, a Roll, and Tea, and a Delicious Cream Filled Cake.
And A Friend Called
Us by Cell Phone Just as We Were Walking In, and I Asked Him to Hold
His Hand Up So that, “Hour” Children Could See Him, and He Had Reserved a Table For Us. We
Call Them, “Hour” Kids Because they Were Born For Just this Day and Hour~!
Friend’s Table Had
Just Enough Room For 5 Additional, (table Holds 8, and this Friend’s Family Occupied the Other 3 Seats), But Not Enough For 6, So I Sat One Table Away. The Table Accepted Me, and they Joked that I Had Been On the Survivor Table, But Had Been voted
Off. I Thought that Was Funny.
The Guy that I Sat Beside Had Been an Army Airborne Parachute Trooper, and the
Pastor From a Nazarene Church Had His Son there Also.
I Introduced, “Hour” Children to the Pastor My Table’s Son, and they Seemed to Like One Another.
Also Sitting at the Table Was Another Man From the Nazarene Church, and their Youth Pastor.
Later On Two More Ladies Joined Our Table, (They
Were Both Women of Color, and to Me, if We’re Going to Have a Theme of
Unity, then there Needs to Be Some Mixing of Denominations and the Color of Our Skin, So this Thrilled Me)~!