one of the many reasons i love the south. .
while eating lunch with the little girls a week or so ago at Chick-Fil-A, i glanced around and noticed two younger women friends bowing their heads to pray before their meal.
today, while eating at Subway on my own (thank you, in-laws), i was sitting behind a much older couple who knew almost everyone in the restaurant. friends would approach their table and they would laugh and talk, catching up. i heard this, and loved it:
lady: 'did you hear about jeff? so sad! you know, we went to the hospital last night to see him.'
others: 'oh? how is he?'
lady: 'well, i asked him how long it'd been since he'd been to church.'
others: 'really? and what did he say?'
lady: 'he said he had not been in a while. so then i told him, you know, it doesn't matter about church--where you go, or how much you go. . '
others: agreeing nods and hmm mmmm's.
lady: 'that what truly matters is a personal relationship with Jesus Christ.'
others: a round of 'that's right', and more hmmm mmmm's.
lady: 'and you know what he said? he said he was saved and loved the Lord.'
others: 'how bout that', 'amen', 'you don't say'
i love the South. i think i would wither up and die if i had to live anywhere else (umm, minus tropical isle with cabana boy, husband, and hammock). of course there are believers everywhere in the world, but there's just something about the South, and how we talk about Him so freely.
sure there are flaws. plenty of 'old time-religion' good feelings and beliefs and such; not a lot of understanding of grace, and loads of churches that should be completely leveled and started over. . but God.