In Sudan, when a visitor comes, the first thing one does is to offer him or her a glass of water.
The Monsignor came to my house. I gave him a glass of water.
“You don’t have any cold water?” he asked.
“No,” I said.
“What about ice cubes? No ice cubes?”
“I’m sorry”, I replied.
“Never mind, I’m not really thirsty anyway,” leaving the water on the table.
The old Dinka refugee woman came to my house.
I gave her a glass of water.
She took the water, blessed herself, then slowly drank the water.
Then she blessed herself again and handed me back the empty glass.
Peter Major MHM