Susan LaffertyPhrases from other cultures land in our sentences and frequent our conversations.
One of those? “Same same, but different.”
We are the same. But different.
In our trek across oceans and sojourns in other lands, we see this.
Face to face. While talking about family. Life. Hopes. Dreams. Pain. Struggle.
Same same, but different.
Sometimes we want to chart the future. Check out the land first. See if it’s a good fit.
And while the fruit is inviting, enemies can seem awfully big. Cities and their barriers, overwhelming.
So we hem and haw. Hesitate to go.
Step back from the border.
What happened? In the unknown, we wonder. What’s the rest of the story?
A specific encounter comes to mind. One seemingly orchestrated. Timely. A divine appointment with gospel flowing.
And genuine interest on her part. Hunger to know. In fact, she relates a series of events. That have brought her to this point. This place.
Sitting in my Karachi living room.
