Lenten Reflections #35
On my flight home from Albuquerque yesterday, the security line was a breeze, the piñon coffee was freshly brewed, and all of the middle seats were empty. Ahhh…space. I nestled into 30C, sitting crisscross applesauce, computer propped on my lap. When my window seatmate arrived, he smiled broadly, gave me a quiet polite hello with a slight bow, and slid into his seat. He had a calm about him, like sitting beside a young Gandhi in an Atlanta Braves sweatshirt and Khakis. I thought back to my time in India when connections with others always involved family, friends, and sharing food. As the plane accelerated, I rummaged through my bag for something to share and came up with gum. Gum! Given my limited inventory, I offered some to my neighbor, and he gratefully declined.
We continued on, and I peeked out a sliver of the window as we bounced through the mountains.
About an hour in, he pulled out his dinner, a fragrant, considerable-sized meal. He kindly offered me some, and I, too, gratefully declined. The flight continued, the crew passed out coffee, and I offered him some cookies, which he gladly accepted.
A connection.
What I learned:
Make simple connections – with food, a hug, a smile, a glass of water, a listening ear, or maybe just by sitting next to someone quietly.
Each day, with one heart, they regularly went to the Temple but met in their houses for the breaking of bread; they shared their food gladly and generously…
-Acts of Apostles, Chapter 2
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