He cried out to the Lord, "O
Lord my God, have you brought calamity even upon the widow with
whom I am staying, by killing her son?"
I Kings 17:20
For me, the biggest surprise of my
trip to Zambia in April was having dinner with the Archbishop of
Canterbury. It wasn’t at all
planned. I’d been given a banquet ticket
at the last minute, and when the waiter went looking for a seat for me, it was
the first one he spotted, right at the front, beside the spiritual head of the
world’s 85 million Anglicans.
I was delighted, of course. I am a great admirer of Archbishop
Welby’s. I pray for him every morning,
and I believe that God has given him to us as the leader we need at this
challenging time. Given a few days’
notice, I could have formulated any number of appropriate anecdotes for a
casual evening or profound questions for an interview. But I was not prepared, on a few seconds’
notice to make small talk to him for an hour or so.
I wasn’t really afraid I would use
the wrong fork or the wrong title. It
was dark enough to conceal the flatware and the menu was traditional
Zambian. I’m not sure that the
archbishop knew how to spear pan-fried caterpillars any better than I did.
