On Sunday we made the drive to Litomysl (the hometown of Smetana for you classical music folks) to meet with the brethren there. After a service that lasted almost 2 ½ hours (The preacher got long-winded in the sermon and class, but no one seemed to mind.), we drove back to the village for a quick lunch before our family final study of the weekend. As soon as that discussion ended, Jakub, Kris, Katka, and I hurried to catch the train that would take us back to Prague. Spending that trip dealing with three very drunk, unpleasant, middle-aged Slovak men created an interesting contrast of the darkness of the world with the light these wonderful brethren are courageously shining. I finished my evening by going to a small village in the suburbs for supper to meet an old friend at a restaurant that, through a loop-hole, had managed to stay open during the lockdown last year providing me a place to get a meal that I hadn’t cooked.
