“Subway?” I texted Hope.
She wrote back. “That was lunch. But I would be interested.”
We’re working in the same building this summer. She’s working with our youth.
We met in the hallway. I was going to take her order, but she said “Let me write four more sentences and I’ll go with you.” I took care an errand. As I walked back to the building I called her. “Meet me at the car.”
She walked out just as Kelly backed up to that door with 12 pails of ice cream and toppings for a youth activity. Hope and I helped Kelly carry them in, talking with Pete who was around, too.
Hope and I headed to the car. As we drove to Subway, she talked through the devotional she’s giving tonight. Talking about prayer. I just listened.
As we were pulling into the parking lot I said, “Leave out that piece of the story.” It made sense to her. She went on, finishing as we got to the counter.
“I have two comments,” I said. And then she ordered and I ordered. We waited, paid, and as we were walking out I gave her my three suggestions. One was something I hadn’t thought of before. The other two were from my experience.
We chatted all the way back. And then we ate.
And then we got coffee.
It was, I realized, an image of praying. I initiate the conversation, offering a meal: “Give us this day.” She talked through what she was going to say: “God listen to my prayer and do not ignore my cry for help.” She had to wait for my suggestions while we placed the order. We worked together to help a couple people.
Sometimes, I know, it’s more complicated than that. But sometimes, it’s exactly like that.