Seriously had a man, very recently, ask me where my ancestors were from, and keep asking it in different ways until I got to the “Scottish, Irish, Welsh” and otherwise “white” part. At which time, he nodded, satisfied at last after all the African and Native American bits, and said, “That’s what I hear in that voice. I knew it.” And without a hint of shame, he continued to tell me that my “obvious intelligence” and quick wit was a gift from them.

I was too stunned to even be angry. Or maybe I just zipped right past angry to to gob smacked and stayed there. At any rate, it was at a church function so I offered it up to Jesus and hoped he would replay that conversation someday and really hear what he’d said.

Course, he won’t. Unless Jesus intervenes.

And I do believe in miracles…