The first words out of the tellers mouth caught me off guard.  They woke me up.  They took me to another place.

"What a nice watch," she said.  "Uhhh...thank you?" was all I could inquisitively muster back.  

How could this lady think my watch was nice?  I bought in the London airport last year on my way to Africa.  It was the cheapest watch I could find.  Brand name, Xpose.  There is nothing nice about my watch.  Except...

Except that everyday that I put this watch on, it reminds me of Perez.  When I look at it, it takes me to Africa and our experiences, our friends and our ministry there.  My watch doesn't just tell time, it reminds me of a time.  

Ironically, my trip into the bank last Friday was to withdrawal some money for the African refugee family we have been helping.  It was also the day that a San Diego team of 30 travelled to Uganda, and would arrive that night in Perez's home.  Friday was also the morning I talked with Pastor Stephen, from Uganda, for the first time since Easter.  We spoke of our coming trip, of the ministry and of Perez.

  

When the bank teller saw my watch that Friday...she saw Africa...the way I see it.  

Today I received some pics from a friend who is with the team of 30 in Uganda right now.  No surprise here, all pics are of Perez (thanks Nicole).  Can't wait for ya'll to meet him.