The sign on the front of the building facing my office reads the above. I do not speak any foreign languages, therefore it is only the music and nightly suppers and scads of passionate-acting Hispanics that makes me know it is a Church. Indeed on All Hallow's Eve, or the Day of the Dead, there was a night-long celebration. They really know how to whoop it up: Thanksgiving, Christmas Eve, Christmas, New Year's Eve, New Year's Day.... Which is sad for me because I know all of this -- I was working on each of those days last year.
But the language barrier got me to thinking about communications, and not having the ability to communicate. A woman in the Spa at the YMCA the other night had on the cutest swim suit. I complimented it, but she did not speak English. My mind, however, reeled when she got in the spa and said "caliente" to the babies who were with her. Babies? Yes, but she was older... I wanted to at least say "hi, what's up?" to this woman. I kept looking over and smiling. Then it hit me.... I smiled at her and pointed at the kids and said "Abuela?" She grinned. I loved it.
Therefore I feel burdened to learn a foreign language so's that I can know what it means when the sign on the church across the street says "Center of Adoration: Word of Faith"
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