The Scripture Scout
Karl with a K
My German Summer, Part 2
I didn't tell him until the very end that he shared a name with my cat. But after several hours of great conversation I felt like he would think it was funny. And he did. He may have found it hilarious that I also embarrassed myself once by telling the Vet’s secretary that my cat’s name was, “Karl - - with a K.” And how, after realizing how stupid that sounded, I quickly attempted to fix it by laughing and saying, “He, er, get’s real upset if you spell it with a C.” Yeah, I left that out.
I have really enjoyed getting to know some of the residents here in München (Munich), the various interesting people who have responded to the Gemeinde Christi’s invitation to have English chats with North Americans. Many are like Karl, who just want a good hour or so of stimulating conversation to beef up their vocabulary. But so far all have also been like Karl, and just need a good friend who is willing to listen and share something of substance. I think Karl in particular needs an English-speaking buddy who can appreciate his long and interesting life, who listens, and doesn’t try to turn everything into a religious conversation. That may come up with Karl, but only when it is his idea (and it will probably be, as any conversation with him will tell). He is an agnostic who believes in God but thinks people are nuts to try to explain him. I TOTALLY get that.
I can stand, face-smashed against a building and try to put my arms around it and yikes, it just ain’t gonna happen. It is too big and too vast to grasp. Now, what I can do, and what Jesus offers, is to step inside through The Door and get, at the very least, a glimpse of how much he loves us. I totally get that too.
Karl said he is trying to find the door.
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