For One Brief Moment At The Taco Bell

Rachel and I were sitting and eating as we enjoyed the ambience that can only be experienced in the cozy loveliness of Taco Bell.  The typical sounds of a busy restaurant could be heard as customers chatted, workers bustled and crispy taco shells crunched.

(Okay, I’m not sure I actually heard tacos crunching but, come on, use your imagination.  It helps the story.)

Suddenly the voice of a little boy could be heard.  It seemed to cut right through the clutter of noise…

“God is great

God is good

Let us thank him

For our lunch.

Amen!”

It wasn’t so much that he was really loud, part of what drew everyone’s attention is that the place grew surprisingly quiet when this happened.  A few folks looked at each other as if to say, “Is he allowed to do this?”

We all heard his little prayer.

I smiled.

For a few seconds all of us folks at the Taco Bell were reminded that a person can talk to God anytime and anywhere.  It was sort of cute and amusing.  But it also felt, very briefly, like a fleeting moment of worship at the Bell.

Then, quickly, the noise resumed.