Take me out to Starbucks. For the fun of it. I’ll let you treat me with Tall Chai Tea Latte because you’re super nice. We’ll sit down and start talking about the most random things in life. I guarantee you’ll learn that I hate coffee, just as I hate Starbucks. You’ll probably hear “my-brother” phrase 10 million times. Yes, I love him that much. I’ll laugh loud. I’ll talk loud. And you’ll keep wishing I’d be quieter because you’ll notice people would stare at me in amazement (whether because they’re fascinated with my outgoing attitude or because (just like you) they wish I’d shut up). In about 15-20 minutes of engaged talking and jumping back and forth from topic to topic, you’ll forget about the people around us. You’ll look at me, listening, talking, and you’ll wonder if there is a limit to who I can be. You’ll think I’m funny. In fact, you’ll tell me I’m funny. I’ll probably reply, “Maybe I should go work as a comedian?” You’re not going to notice it, but sooner or later, you’ll be laughing and talking loud together with me, forgetting that any time exists, forgetting people, and everything else that bothered you before. In those 20-30 minutes at Starbucks with me you’ll learn what life is all about. You’ll understand what it means to be accepted for who you are. Not for what you do. Not for how much money you have in your wallet. Not for how beautiful you are. Not for how cool you pretend to be. But for who you are. Because that’s what Christ did and wants us to do: unconditionally love and fully respect others for who they are. I promise you one thing: you’ll remember it all for long. (Oh, and most likely, on our way out of Starbucks I’ll slip on a banana skin and fall down. That’s just my luck. I kid you not.)

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