Today was the last day for my friends Tim and Cathy Palmer to be visiting with us.  We enjoyed my favorite Indian food restaurant:  Vikhyat–it means “famous” in Gujarati.  It was a fabulous as always.  I ordered a plate of Samosas (a pastry filled with spicy meat).  It reminded her so much of Nairobi where we grew up that she actually started crying.  It’s a beautiful thing to find something from your childhood!  The cooks are all Indians that grew up in Nairobi back in the 60-70s and we all knew the same places.  It really was extraordinary.  Then we went two doors down to the Indian supermarket and she got an immense kick out of seeing the brands of soap and candy and spices that we were so accustomed to.

It is one of the main reasons I love Atlanta:  it reminds me of home.  I just love all the rich variety of ethnic cultures here.

I’m just another immigrant.

I also took them over to Stone Mountain.  I love that big rock.

I have an Outreach Event tomorrow and I preach twice on Sunday morning in Lawrenceville.  Then Kathy and I will wing our way towards Chattanooga for some much deserved (at least in my opinion!) rest.

Peace.