Friday, February 19, 2010

The Interpreter

Dale earns his living by becoming a bridge of words between the jailed and the jailor. Between the prosecuted and the prosecutor. Imagine the fearful anxiety you would feel if you were unable to know what the law was deciding about your guilt and future punishment. I can sense the relief that a prisoner would feel as soon as Dale walks in with his idiomatic and clearly accurate spanish. And his kind gaze. And his respectful interaction. No racism exists in him (how can my latin husband feel contempt for one of his own?).

Dale also has become a faithful bridge of words between his friends and a glorious Savior. Full of affection and hope, Dale speaks of God with a heart that loves Him.

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