She pushed her plate aside and leaned across the table toward me. “I know with all that’s happened to you, it may seem strange to say this, but you seem better too.”
“Really? In what way?”
“I don’t know exactly,” she said, pausing to consider my question. “Are you happier? More at peace maybe?”
In response to her question, I decided to take the opportunity to tell her about my experience of faith in Tehran. As I did so, she listened with an intensity I found a little disconcerting. However, the more I talked, the more I became convinced she was drawn to what I was saying.
When I finished, she replied, “I’ve tried to read the Bible before, but it’s never made any sense to me.”
“I used to feel that way too. Now, though, there are moments when the words seem to reach up and grab me.”
She looked thoughtful, as if she were analyzing some critical data. “Perhaps you need to have this experience of faith before you can really understand the words.”
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