Taco Cabana//
Around 3 am. Aluminum wrappers and used napkins strewn across the table.
Our friend mentions his constipation during a summer mission trip
(Loud enough to catch the ear of a passing waiter who bursts into laughter)
We all sat giggling around the table like young teenagers
In swoops the waiter who asks how our meal was before offering to take our trays.
He asks expecting an answer, not the kind prompted by employee obligation.
He has a genuine smile.
One that seems to hide a secret joy inside and one that can't be contained.
(and I was right...it can't be)
He asks about the mission trip.
We respond (not knowing we were a part of his mission).
Jesus.
He lights up.
Oh Jesus. He saved my life.
He makes a fist and gently taps his chest
He is so real. He is so good.
Praise Jesus.
Silence.
His testimony. Five sentences.
So real. So genuine.
A waiter at Taco Cabana.
Witnessing Jesus at 3 am.
It's funny. I just wanted to sit there.
And listen to him more.
