This morning we sat under the crowded big top, joining with hundreds of our Slovak and American friends in the concluding service of celebration of the dizzying 20th birth year of the Center for Christian Education in Martin, Slovakia. The bishop delivered his lengthy sermon in what was likely flawless Slovak but, try as I might, I could not flip my duct-taped-together Slovak dictionary fast enough to understand him.
Then I felt a soft tap on my shoulder followed by a polite voice that whispered from the row behind, “Could I help you?” For the next 25 minutes this kind stranger listened, then succinctly summarized and translated the speaker’s thoughts in small, manageable portions.
I should have known.
Serving Slovakia 2018