Yoruba at grocery. Tue, Sep 13, 2011.

09/13/2011. 1293. I was on dinner break from volunteering at the local storehouse, and after eating I had stopped at a nearby grocery store to stock up on some things. After returning my cart to the store, there was an African couple standing near the door waiting for another person in their party. I asked them where they were from and they said Nigeria. I then asked if they were Igbo or Yoruba, and they said Yoruba. I said there were a lot of Nigerians in Indianapolis, and that my church has a free book in Yoruba, that it was Christian material, and then I asked them if they would like a free copy. The man deferred to the woman, and she eagerly said yes. I said I'd get it from my car and bring it back.

I went back to my car and dug out a Yoruba copy of the Book of Mormon from my trunk and went back. They had already entered, so I went in. They were just a little bit down the first aisle, and the woman saw me and met me half way. She eagerly and very thankfully accepted the book. I suggested she could call one of the numbers to get an English copy of the book. She asked where the church was, and I pointed out the chapel that I attend, on the list of local chapels that I had put inside the front cover. She said they were from a nearby city, so I said the people at that number could also tell her where the church was in that city too.

It was a very pleasant encounter.

(THANK-YOU, Emily Jensen, for the link.)