Living in a small city

Alison invited me to go to her youth group that meets on Friday nights. Since the last time I could have gone with her was cancelled because of rain, I made the effort to head down the hill to meet her there. Now, in a city of 400k people, and just being a visitor for 3 weeks, one does not expect to run into someone you know. But it happened. Julio, from the neighbor’s house church, stepped off a bus and called my name. I’ve heard it said that a person’s name is the sweetest sound they’ll hear. I’ll admit that I was so happy the world got a little bit smaller when I heard my name on a busy city street.