He could barely speak the language and it was obvious that he was not just a
stranger, but a frightened one at that.  He didn’t even know how to use the
African airport’s pay telephone because he couldn’t read the instructions in
that language.  Yet a woman — who understood his language — took time to help
him make his telephone call and send him on his way.  A small incident, perhaps,
but one that the foreigner still remembers more than 20 years later.

    He still can
feel the relief and gratitude that flooded his thoughts when the woman came to
his rescue.  He had been praying to God for His guidance, and the woman’s help
seemed a very literal answer to prayer.  He didn’t know if the woman was
religious, but to him she symbolized the Christian who lives the teachings of
Jesus in his Sermon on the Mount.

    I know, because I was that foreigner.