Ya don't say.....

I went to visit jiu jitsu the other night. Since its been a while and I could feel my desire for it fading. We'd just spent too much time apart, like a failing long distance relationship. So we need some alone time together to get revved up again.

The last time I had gone is when I took Davi Ramos from the train station to the academy. (which is prompting my next post with a real theme)

But while there, Andre's pastor was there watching class. Andre told him my story and he was all sad and gave me the "keep your chin up" speech and such. Mostly in Portuguese but I still understood it 75%.

Then he asks me if I believe in God and am a Christian. Before I can even answer Andre says "Of course man! He believes in Jesus Christ. Rowdy is a good man." Pastor E then decides he wants to pray for me and I tell him sure, thinking he means it in a distant, like he'll pray for me tomorrow while he is at home and stuff.

Wrong. Not having much experience with Evangelical Christians the next thing I know I'm still standing there on the mats and Pastor E and Andre have their hands on my shoulders and are praying quite vocally and emphatically in Portuguese.

While I don't follow that particular brand of Christianity, it still touched me with its sincerity, faith and emphaticness. And in the moment I also understood every word that was being spoke. Pretty neat and helped me not feel so uncomfortable.

So while we may not have the same doctrinal beliefs I can still recognize a good hearted person who also has a bit of the truth in them.