I took a class this semester simply for the fun of it. The two hours credit really do nothing for my collection of hours I need, but I just felt compelled to take this class.

Theological Reflections from Africa ISP292...

We had a guest speaker. A man named Mandla from Swaziland. Or, as he would say it, "Swazlnd." He told of his father (a polygamist) and of Zionist baptisms. We went to our prof.'s house to eat "African" food (Mandla toned it down for us) and hang out. We tried to explain to Mandla and his wife Sne that being fat (or "fluffy and good" as he said) was bad in America. I don't think it clicked.

"You must be like a ti bik." If you don't know what a "ti bik" is, you are not alone. He meant tea bag, but it came out funny. Everything he said seemed to be a sermon. I loved it.

His five-year-old son Sbo ("S-B-O") was adorable and latched onto my hand. He drew me a picture on the back of one of my assignments. I didn't mind.

Do you ever have those experiences that make you feel a strong connection with another human being totally unlike you, and you have no idea why? Thank God for them.