Over A Fajita Wrap

Nick's Hometown Diner. That's where I went to dinner last night with my friend. We go to dinner once a month, used to work together in my old department. This gives us a chance to keep up with one another.

We enjoyed our meal though it wasn't good enough to make us go back again. We sat and chatted generally covering our usual topics. Christianity almost always makes the list in some way, shape, or form. It did last night as well. We spoke about taking the Bible literally or taking it non-literal. I opt for non-literal in many respects. So does she. The heart of Christianity, in my opinion, is not found in a book but rather in the "fruits of the spirit".

After we got done talking and it was time to go, we got up. On our way to the front, a man who sat just a little over to my left stopped us. He had made an observation. He said it was nice to see she and I just talking and enjoying each other's company. Said it seemed like we really did. And we do. He was right.

I guess the thing that dawned on me after that was "why did he say that? What struck him?". And then it occured to me. She and I are polar opposites, if you look at us. Very different. Not only does she have a son that's older than me, our races are different and we just don't necessarily look like two people you'd normally see out to dinner together. This had simply never phased me before.

And there you have it... the heart of Christianity. In my opinion. The differences are small because the friendship is strong. And the friendship is strong because we both get it and know how to look past what the world sees. We see each other and that's it.