Which Reminds Me

Yes, it was a bit awkward for us the last two years in El Salvador, having to work alongside those dreary Southern corn dogs, the Lampps and the Kinseys. It is only sheer coincidence that we now live in the same state as they do, but I never really liked them. They were sent by the church so of course we had to welcome them, but they were always so weird, always so actively campaigning for the failed Confederacy, sharing in common with the Chinese their Rising Sun complex, as if singleness automatically qualifies a woman as a Union sympathizer. Ummm. Well, reality is more complicated than that. And why did God take their life's blood so soon? Not long after arriving, Mr. Lamp drowned at the beach. And they immediately sought to blame us, gratuitously or not, for various reasons. As if we were somehow responsible for what God did to snuff out the incipient Confederacy of Central America. All of their cat-calling cannot change the reality of what God did in taking Mr. Lampp out of the picture. Sorry, but it was more complicated than that. I think that God understands more than you know.