Being invited to my first BBQ was something to delight in. As a newcomer in a foreign city, a simple invite in the giving meant so much to the receiver, and I had been looking forward to this night all week. This may seem silly, but to be able to say I had plans made me feel less like an outsider and more like I belonged.
In a city of diversity, this display of culture has become quite normal. When I was invited to this event, I was told it was a BBQ and envisioned grilled hamburgers and corn on the cob. Instead, I was greeted with traditional Korean food. I savored beef and pork overflowing into lettuce wraps with radishes, spicy sauces, and rice. And it was great!While languages flowed in forms of many, we all knew a common game: Uno! So we rejoiced and we played.
Having experienced and fallen in love with the culture of Lesotho in 2011, I carry a saying close in my heart as I experience everyday living: Kao Fela Rea Tsoana. We are all the same.We come from different backgrounds and we’ve lived many different lives, but we each have a heart that beats an average of 108,000 times a day and we cry tears and laugh and dream dreams when we lay our head to rest at night. We are connected. We are all the same.
So tonight, I thank God for the opportunity to learn in the abundance of human diversity and common uniformity. I thank God for rich food and the warmth of laughter that can fill a room in thick happiness. It’s moments like these that bring the importance of this YAGM year into perspective. It’s about everyday living and the messages of worship I can learn from merely sitting around a table.