We “dignitaries” sat behind a cloth covered table as we interviewed each of the graduates.  I was seated on a plastic lawn chair of the rigid white type that seems to be ubiquitous here.  However, it was the only one of its kind the room.

The afternoon wore on, and about 7 men into the process I began to have the sensation that my my chair was somehow slipping on the marble floor.  I adjusted it, sort of leaning forward and shifting my weight.

The eighth candidate was Omkar, my friend who had bought the belt for me last October.  His interview was a bit longer than the ones before him, and as we were answering his questions about how to teach the people he would win to Jesus how to give Biblically so as to support his ministry in the future, I felt the chair once more beginning to slip.

Only, it wasn’t sliding on the floor.  The left rear leg had finally decided enough was enough, and it slowly folded under me.

The whole thing happened, it seemed, in slow motion.  I went over backwards, disappearing from Omkar’s surprised eyes, and tumbling out of the chair.  I arose, unhurt, but the rest of the men could not conain themselves.  We all laughed uproarously, creating such a commotion that the other 14 graduates rushed into the room to investigate.

Needless to say, I exchanged that chair for one of more study construction, and the interview proceded to its conclusion without further incident.

These folks laugh easily, and I don’t mind providing them opportunities to do so

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