In Iraq, my best friends were both Jewish. They did not have a vehicle to go to their service, but I did. So every Friday, I gave them a ride to receive their Sabbath, and I waited until the service was over to give them a ride back to our area.
I did that every week, and I stayed for the service, so they included me in their family, and I became an adopted child. I even learned the prayers and songs and was respectful of all the traditions and was expected of me as a gentile. I loved my friends, and I was made to feel welcome.
On Hanukkah, we had boxes of things sent to the Jewish community full of things to eat and enjoy during the festivities and among them were these jars of chocolate that were to die for, and I wanted it. So we played a game for the last jar. If I remember well, it was a simple six degrees of separation with movie stars. And Lieutenant Seiden and I had a draw, and neither one wanted to part with the price.
In the end, we took a picture, opened the jar and we ate the chocolate together, between the ten of us that were still joking and laughing at the table. It was a great night, and I wish I had stayed in contact with all these excellent people, but we were all from different units, and that is the nature of war and the Army.
Till this day I don’t know what happened to handsome LT Seiden. I hope all is well with him, and he got promoted and married, and the Lord had blessed him and his family in a mighty way.
As for me, I am writing, and getting the house ready for my sisters who visit over the summer. And I still have that feeling that I will have a friend visiting this summer. I do not know who the friend is. The Lord knows who he is I just know I must have the pool ready. And like a Latino family, we are having a BBQ. Plus, the Bible does say in Hebrews 13:2 Do not forget to show hospitality to strangers, for by so doing, some people have shown hospitality to angels without knowing it.
Hey, food, music, and ice tea, it’s hot in Florida.
You all have a Blessed day
