It’s not everyday that heavy, meaningful conversations come. Sometimes, it’s just presenting the Gospel and trusting God will do with it what He wants. Today was one of those…
Alejandro works at one of my most frequented Mexican restaurants (owned by Filipinos…) and he is from Mexico City. He has been in the States for 2 years and came up to Alabama with a group of friends seeking to support their families. He lives within a mile of the shop and really does pretty much everything within that little radius. Now the good news is I can understand a good bit of Spanish and he could understand a decent amount of English, but speaking each others language was a total different thing. It had to be weird for other people to hear our talk with him speaking Spanish and me responding back in English, but God works in crazy ways sometimes.
As our conversation kept going, I realized Alejandro hadn’t done much outside of the shop since he had come here. He started taking English classes on Sunday not too long ago, but aside from that, there’s not much else going on in his life. As I started speaking about the Gospel of Jesus and the good news that comes in his name, our language skills started getting a little dodgy. He immediately had to run to the back because work called. I didn’t expect to see him for the rest of the night.
Not long after, he came running back to the table and sat right down across from me. So, I did what I do and kept asking questions about him. He couldn’t understand all that I was asking, but he wanted me to start talking again about “what we were talking about earlier”. We went right back to the Gospel and even though he couldn’t answer any of the questions I asked him about what I was saying, he just wanted to listen. Part of me thinks that he just wanted to hear English, but the other part knows he was soaking up the Gospel. I don’t know much about Alejandro, but I trust he heard something. I trust God can break down language barriers to bring His message.
Some days I need an interpreter…
