Frequently she points to her laptop screen, highlighting a few lines of text as she whispers.
She gestures with her hands and pauses frequently to ponder the best way to phrase things.
She is the interpreter for some of the Spanish-speaking commissioners in my committee. I can't tell you her name, though I have thanked her for her ministry to my brother and sister in Christ. She laughed gently and accepted my compliment with a smile.
In her gentle whispers and patient face, I see Jesus, just by looking at my neighbors. What a gift she is to us, the church, providing access to and participation in our discussions for those who do not speak English as a first language.
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